Some folks get nostalgic in the springtime
Some folks get nostalgic in the fall
I get nostalgic whenever I want to
Or I get nostalgic not at all.
When that phenomenon hits me
I relish it as if it were gold
Nostalgia is usually pleasant
Takes me back to days of old
It’s funny the things revealed
As my mind goes wandering back
The clothes, the cars, the people
The food I ate for a snack.
Ah yes, some folks are nostalgic
When the rain falls down in the spring
Whenever I get nostalgic
I simply want to sing.