This Happy Madness (Estrada Branca) - Antonio Carlos Jobim, Frank Sinatra

What should I call this happy madness that I feel inside of me Sometime 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