Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
Tony Bennett
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 set a little tables
And drank May wine
Now April May and June
Are sadly out of tune
Life has stuck the pin in the balloon
Yes, 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