Blossom Dearie (1924-2009) was an American jazz singer and interpreter most distinguished by her light, girlish voice of which the critic, Whitney Balliet wrote, "would scarcely reach the second story of a doll house." Her music was light, gentle and caressing, but also intimate, sophisticated and elegant and filled with delightful idiosyncratic humor.
Her sound is perfect company for any occasion, including this fine spring day.
They Say It's Spring - 1958
When I was young I lived in a world of dreams
Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes
Though now I'm much more grown up
I fear that I must own up
To the fact that I'm in doubt of
What the modern cynics shout of
They say it's spring
This feeling light as a feather
They say this thing
This magic we share together
Came with the weather too
They say it's May
That's made me daft as a daisy
It's May, they say
That gave the whole world this crazy
Heavenly, hazy hue
I'm a lark on the wing
I'm the spark of a firefly's fling
Yet to me this must be
Something more than a seasonal thing
Could it be spring
Those bells that I can hear ringing
It may be spring
But when the robins stop singing
You're what I'm clinging to
Though they say it's spring, it's you
If poets sing
That when a hard sympathetic
It's merely spring
Then poets plights are pathetic
Though I'm poetic too
They say it's spring
For lovers, there's where the lure is
That evil thing
For which September the cure is
This they are sure is true
Though I know that it's so
That my fancy may turn in the spring
With the right one in sight
One can find a perpetual thing
Did I need spring
To bring the ring that you bought me
Though it was spring
That wondrous day that you caught me
Darling I thought we knew
That it wasn't spring, it was you
Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes
Though now I'm much more grown up
I fear that I must own up
To the fact that I'm in doubt of
What the modern cynics shout of
They say it's spring
This feeling light as a feather
They say this thing
This magic we share together
Came with the weather too
They say it's May
That's made me daft as a daisy
It's May, they say
That gave the whole world this crazy
Heavenly, hazy hue
I'm a lark on the wing
I'm the spark of a firefly's fling
Yet to me this must be
Something more than a seasonal thing
Could it be spring
Those bells that I can hear ringing
It may be spring
But when the robins stop singing
You're what I'm clinging to
Though they say it's spring, it's you
If poets sing
That when a hard sympathetic
It's merely spring
Then poets plights are pathetic
Though I'm poetic too
They say it's spring
For lovers, there's where the lure is
That evil thing
For which September the cure is
This they are sure is true
Though I know that it's so
That my fancy may turn in the spring
With the right one in sight
One can find a perpetual thing
Did I need spring
To bring the ring that you bought me
Though it was spring
That wondrous day that you caught me
Darling I thought we knew
That it wasn't spring, it was you
More Blossoms
1952 recording debut with King Pleasure
I Wish You Love - 1957
Surrey With the Fringe on the Top from the Tonight Show - 1961
Sophisticated Lady - 1985
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