They Say It's Spring

When I was young, I lived in a world of dreams
 Of moods, and myths, and illusionary schemes
 Though now I'm much more grown up
 I fear that I must own up
 To the fact that I'm in doubt of
 What the modern cynics shout of
 They say it's spring
 This feeling light as a feather
 They say this thing
 This magic we share together
 Came with the weather too
 They say it's May
 That's made me daft as a daisy
 It's May, they say
 That gave the whole world this crazy
 Heavenly, hazy hue
 I'm a lark
 On the wing
 I'm the spark of a firefly's fling
 Yet to me
 This must be
 Something more than a seasonal thing
 They say it's spring?
 Those bells that I can hear ringing
 It may be spring
 But when the robins stop singing
 You're what I'm clinging to
 Though they say it's spring
 It's you
 If poets sing
 That when a heart sympathetic
 It's merely spring
 Then poets plights are pathetic
 Though I'm poetic too
 They say it's spring
 For lovers, there's where the lure is
 That evil thing
 For which September the cure is
 This, they are sure is true
 Though I know
 That it's so
 That my fancy may turn in the spring
 With the right one in sight
 One can find a perpetual thing
 Did I need spring
 To bring the ring that you bought me?
 Though it was spring
 That wondrous day that you caught me
 Darling, I thought we knew
 That it wasn't spring
 'Twas you