Classic Poem

VERSE

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 sat at little tables
And drank May wine.
Now April, May, and June
Are sadly out of tune.
Life has stuck the pin in the balloon.

REFRAIN

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!