If This Isn't Love

A secret, a secret, 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, oh the whole world is crazy
If this isn’t love, I’m daft as a daisy
With moons all around and cows jumping over
Oh somthing’s a miss and I’ll eat my hat
If this isn’t love
I’m feeling like an apple on top of William Tell
With this I cannot grapple because, becasue you’re so adorabell
If this isn’t love, then winter is 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