If This Isn't Love
BURTON LANE, E.Y. HARBURG
A secret, a secret, he says I've got a little secret
A secret, a secret, a secret kind of secret
I'm aching for to shout it to every daffodil
And tell the world about it; in fact, I think I will
If this isn't love, the whole world is crazy
If this isn't love, I'm daft as a daisy
With moons all around and cows jumping over
There's something amiss, and I'll eat my hat if this isn't love
If this isn't love, then winter is a summer
If this isn't love, my heart needs a plumber
I'm swinging on stars; I'm riding on rainbows
I'm busting with bliss, and I'll kiss your hand if this isn't love