It Might As Well Be Spring is a 1962 song from an EP called Till and other great songs. (Till, Angel D’amore. Where Shall I Find Him & It Might As Well Be Spring.
Sleeve note by Derek Johnson:
The captivating and intoxicating Shirley Bassey has achieved an astonishing feat in the present era of popular music. For, at a time when beat music is predominant and girl singers have been largely ousted from the hit parade by an overwhelming male majority, Shirley’s recordings consistently and regularly find their way into the top table.
She has met with this success, not by pandering to current trends and phases, but by remaining faithful to the lush, romantic ballad – sometimes powerful and dramatic, occasionally warm and tender, always compelling and thoroughly enchanting.
Shirley’s carefully chosen material has undoubtedly played an important role in her disc success but this in itself would not be nearly sufficient, were it not combined with the magnificent and highly distinctive manner in which she handles her songs. For surely her colourful and heartfelt treatment is unique among to-day’s pop singers.
She is, indeed, more than just a singer – she is an artist, capable of wringing every drop of meaning from a lyric, which she unfailingly interprets in her own imaginative and individual style. Only by injecting the force of her radiant personality into her singing has she succeeded in commanding the loyalty of such a huge following – not only in Britain but also throughout the world.
The strength of her personal approach can be assessed from the fact that, on several occasions, she has enjoyed best selling successes with songs previously recorded by various other artists – but without a similar impact. And it can be further gauged from her styling, on this record, of the beautiful ballad Till – a very familiar melody which is here given a fascinating and completely revitalised gloss.
All credit to Shirley Bassey for infusing much-needed taste, quality and artistry into the beat-saturated pop music world – and for enhancing British prestige on an international basis. Small wonder that she is acclaimed as one of the few really great entertainer to emerge from the British show business firmament in the past decade. And this representative collection of four delightful songs showcases her supreme talent and ability to excellent advantage.
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,
Oh why should I have spring fever,
When it isn’t even spring,
I keep wishing I were someone else,
Walking down a strange new street,
Hearing words that I’ve never heard,
From a man 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.