This Happy Madness

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 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 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 feel gaily, gladly, madly into love
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 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 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 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 high above
 One of them gave a little shove
 And I feel gaily, gladly, madly into love
 ♪
 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 high above
 One of them gave a little shove
 And I feel gaily, gladly, madly into love