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
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
