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 sights?
Where are my sorrows now?
What happened to the frown?
And is that self contented clown standing there
Ginning in the mirror realy me?
I'd like to run through Central Park
Carve your initials in the back of every tree
I pass for everyone to see
I feel that I've gone back to childhood
And I'm skipping through the wild wood.
So excited that I don't know what to do
What do I care if I'm a juvenile?
I smile my secret smile
Because I know the changes 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 gods are laughing far above
One of them gave a little shove
And I fell gaily, gladdy madly into love
