A secret, a secret, he says I've got a little secret, A secret, a secret, a secret kind of secret. I' 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 a-round 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.