Top Songs By Mark Murphy
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Murphy
Vocals
Ernie Wilkins
Conductor
Clark Terry
Trumpet
Blue Mitchell
Trumpet
Joe Wilder
Trumpet
Bernie Glow
Trumpet
Ernie Royal
Trumpet
Jimmy Cleveland
Trombone
Urbie Green
Trombone
Melba Liston
Trombone
Wynton Kelly
Piano
Bill Evans
Piano
Barry Galbraith
Guitar
Sam Herman
Guitar
George Duvivier
Upright Bass
Art Davis
Upright Bass
Jimmy Cobb
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fran Landesman
Composer
Tommy Wolf
Composer
Ernie Wilkins
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Orrin Keepnews
Producer
Bill Grauer
Producer
Ray Fowler
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Once I was a sentimental thing
Throw 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 splinter
For my little fling
Spring, this year has got me feeling like a horse
That never left the post
I lay in my room
Starring up at the ceiling
Spring can really hang you up the most
Morning kiss wakes trees and flower
And to them my life
To drink a toast I walk in the park
Just to kill those lonely hours
Spring can really hang you up the most
All afternoon
Those birds tweet-a-tweet I know their tune
This is love this is it
Heard it
before
And I know the score
And I decide that love is a bore
Love seem sure around the new year
Now it's April
Love is just a ghost
Spring arrived on time
But 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 mistaken
Robins build their nest from coast to coast
My heart tries the same
So they won't hear it breaking
Spring can really hang you up the most
College boys are riding somewhere
... tender passion there it grows
But I'm on the shelf with last years easter bonnet
Spring can really hang you up the most
Love came my way
I'm holding the last
We had our day
Now that's all in the past
Spring came along
A season of song
For love's sweet promise
But something went wrong
Doctor's once prescribed a tonic
Sulfur and molasses was the dose
Didn't help me a bit
My condition must be chronic
Spring can really hang you up the most
All alone, the party's over
Winter was a gracious host
But when you keep praying
For snow to hide the clover
Spring can really hang you up the most
Writer(s): Frances Landesman, Thomas J Tommy Jr Wolf
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