Слова:
George Shearing Evening With George Shearing Mel Torme

Some folks were meant to live in clover But they are such a chosen few, chosen few And clover being green is something I've never seen 'Cause I was born

tomatoes and mashed potatoes Give me the simple life A cottage small is all I'm after One that's spacious and wide A heart that rings with joy and laughter With

But I know it isn't even spring I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have spring fever When I know it isn't even

It's not that you're fairer Than a lot of girls just as pleasin' That I doff my hat As a worshiper at your shrine It's not that you're rarer Than asparagus