What should I call this happy madness that I feel
inside of me Some kind of wild October gladness
that I never thought I'd see What has become of
all my sadness all my endless lonely sighs Where
are my sorrows now

What happened to the frown and is that self
contented clown Standing grinning in the mirror
really me I'd like to run through Central Park
carve your initials in the bark of every tree I
pass for every one to see

I feel that I've gone back to childhood and I'm
skipping through the wildwood So excited that I
don't know what to do What do I care if I'm a
juvenile I smile my secret little smile Because I
know the change in me is you

What should I call this happy madness all this
unexpected joy That turned the world into a baby's
bouncing toy The god's are laughing far above One
of them gave a little shove And I fell gaily
gladly madly into love