From "State Fair" 1945.
The things I used to like
I don't like anymore.
I want a lot of other things
I've never had before.
It's just like mother says...
I sit around and mope.
Pretending I am wonderful.
And knowing I'm a dope.
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string.
I'd say that I had spring fever,
But I know it isn't spring.
I'm starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
Walking down a strange new street.
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a man I've yet to meet.
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing.
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing.
But I feel so gay,
In a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring,
It might as well be spring.
I don't like one of the stories in this movie but this song is pretty!
Sung by Louanne Hogan but Jeanne Crain is mouthing the song.
We should watch that again...
ReplyDeleteI agree, I think I came in, in the middle of it last time. I don't remember it much.
ReplyDeleteI love Jeanne Crain.
She sounds alot like her! =)
Yes she does!
ReplyDeleteI think she is my favorite actress!