This Happy Madness (Estrada Branca)

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 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 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 fell gaily gladly madly into love