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