Some folks were meant to live in clover But they are such a chosen few, chosen few And clover being green is something I've never seen 'Cause I was born
Songbirds sing Winter turns to spring Every winding street in Mayfair Falls beneath the spell I know such enchantment can be 'Cause it happened one evening
tomatoes and mashed potatoes Give me the simple life A cottage small is all I'm after One that's spacious and wide A heart that rings with joy and laughter With
a gloomy sight Morning heartache Thought we said goodbye last night I tossed and turned until it seemed you had gone But here you are with the dawn
But I know it isn't even spring I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have spring fever When I know it isn't even
But that kind Is not so very easy to find Love can be a dying ember Love can be a flame Love pledged in September May be dead in December You may not even
It's not that you're fairer Than a lot of girls just as pleasin' That I doff my hat As a worshiper at your shrine It's not that you're rarer Than asparagus
I got a frown, you got a frown All God's chillun got a frown on their face Take no chance with that frown A song and a dance, turn it upside down Ah,