Poetry | Spring Fever
by Rebecca Brown
I was writing verse by the time I could read and was singing it even before then—from TV jingles to Nat King Cole. A Texas girl, I left home at 18 and began performing my own songs as chick singer in a hippie band. After some time, and with two daughters to raise, I abandoned the life of a starving artist and made a good career in the business end of the music business in Nashville. I left the corporate world a few years ago to again pursue my art, thanks to a patron of the arts—my husband. Today I write, sing, paint a little, and play a lot—with the joys of my life, my daughters and grandsons. Some say I’ve started my artist career way too late in life. I say I come from a long line of late bloomers. www.Beckabrown.com
Click here to listen to Rebecca Brown sing her lyric “Spring Fever”
mayflies in april,
june bugs in may
the sun’s staying up a little longer each day
and i can’t concentrate
wanna go out and play
oh, it’s just spring fever
it happened so fast,
but it’s feeling so real
like maybe we’re jack and jill
in some fairy tale deal
cause i feel like i’m falling down
head over heels
dizzy with spring fever
honeysuckle on the vine
the whole world’s one big valentine
and the fireflies in the moonlight blue
made me fall in love with you
or maybe your eyes
when they melt into mine
maybe your lips that taste sweeter than wine
or maybe i love you
because you’re so fine
or it’s just
spring
fever
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