What should I call this happy madness that I feel inside of me?
Somekind of wild October gladness that I never thought I'd see
Whatever happened to my sadness, all my endless lonely sighs?
Where are my sorrows now?

What happened to the frown, and is that self contented clown
Standing there 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 everyone 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 gods are laughing far above, one of them gave a little shove
And I fell gaily gladly madly into lov