This wonderful song is written by Thomas J. Wolf and Frances Landesman. Mark Murphy doesn't sing it in its entirety but still I like his version better than Ella's.

Sinon, voilà. C'est une chanson de saison.

Once I was a sentimental thing
Threw my heart away each spring
Now a spring romance hasn't got a chance,
Promised my first dance to winter
All I've got to show's a plinter
For my little fling

Spring this year has got me feeling
Like a horse that never left the post
I lie in my room, staring up at the ceiling
Say, spring can really hang you up the most

Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers,
And to them I'd like to drink a toast;
I walk in the park just to kill lonely hours
Spring can really hang you up the most

All afternoon the birds twitter twit
I know the tune: "This is love, this is it!"
Heard it before, and now I know the score
And I've decided that spring is a bore

Love seemed sure around the New Year
Now it's April love is just a ghost
Spring arrived on time only, what became of you dear ?
Spring can really hang you up the most.

Spring can really hang you up the most

Spring is here, there's no mistaking
Robins building nests from coast to coast
My heart tries to sing so they won't hear it breaking
Spring can really hang you up the most

College boys are writing sonnets
In the tender passion they're engrossed
But I'm on the shelf with last year's Easter bonnets
Spring can really hang you up the most

Love came my way I hoped it would last
We had our day, now that's all in the past
Spring came along a season of song
Full of sweet promise but something went wrong

Doctors once prescribed a tonic
Sulphur and molasses was the dose
Didn't help a bit my condition must be chronic
Spring can really hang you up the most

All alone, the party's over
Old man winter was a gracious host
But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover
Spring can really hang you up the most.