Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Fitzgerald
Once there was a thing called spring
When the world was writing verses like yours and mine
All the lads and girls would sing
When we sat at little tables and drank May wine
Now April, May and June
Are sadly out of tune
Life has stuck a pin in the boat
Spring is here
Why doesn't my heart go dancing?
Spring is here
Why isn't the waltz entrancing?
No desire
No ambition leads me
Maybe it's because nobody needs me
Spring is here
Why doesn't the breeze delight me?
Stars appear
Why doesn't the night invite me?
Maybe it's because nobody loves me
Spring is here, I hear
Maybe it's because nobody loves me
Spring is here, I hear
Spring is Here was written by Richard Rodgers & Lorenz Hart.
Spring is Here was produced by Norman Granz.