Once I was a sentimental thing
Threw my heart away each spring
Now a spring romance hasn't got a chance
Promised my first dance to winter
All I've got to show's a splinter for my little fling
Spring this year has got me feeling
Like a horse that never left the post
I lie in my room, staring up at the ceiling
Spring can really hang you up the most
Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers
And to them I'd like to drink a toast
But I walk in the park just to kill the lonely hours
Spring can really hang you up the most
All afternoon the birds twitter-twitt
I know the tune "This Is Love, This Is It"
Heard it before, and don't I know the score
And I've decided that spring is a bore
Love seems sure around the new year;
Now it's April, love is just a ghost
Spring arrived on time, only what became of you, dear
Spring can really hang you up the most
Spring can really hang you up the most
Love came my way, I thought it would last
We had our day, now it's all in the past
Spring came along, a season of song
Full of sweet promise, but something went wrong
Doctors once prescribed a tonic
Sulfur and molasses was the dose
Didn't help one bit my condition must be chronic
Spring can really hang you up the most
All alone, the party is over
Old man winter was a gracious host
But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover
Spring can really hang you up the most
