| Disc 1 | ||||||
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| 1. | 
 | 4:52 |   | |||
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			I`m as restless as a willow in a windstorm I`m as jumpy as puppet on a string I`d say that I had spring fever but I know it isn`t spring I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented like a nightingale without a song to sing O why should I have spring fever when it isn`t even spring I keep I were someone else walking down a strange new street And hearing words that I`ve never heard from a men I`ve yet to meet I`m as busy as spider spinning daydreams I`m as giggy as a baby on a swing I haven`t seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way that it might as well be spring It might as well be spring I keep I were someone else walking down a strange new street And hearing words that I`ve never heard from a men I`ve yet to meet I`m as busy as spider spinning daydreams I`m as giggy as a baby on a swing I haven`t seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way that it might as well be spring It might as well be spring It might as well be spring | ||||||
| 2. | 
 | 5:06 |   | |||
| 3. | 
 | 4:11 |   | |||
| 4. | 
 | 5:27 |   | |||
| 5. | 
 | 5:59 |   | |||
| 6. | 
 | 5:20 |   | |||
| 7. | 
 | 4:28 |   | |||
| 8. | 
 | 4:50 |   | |||
| 9. | 
 | 5:35 |   | |||
| 10. | 
 | 5:29 |   | |||
| 11. | 
 | 5:58 |   | |||








