A song from the 1916 musical “You’re In Love”.
Words by Otto Harbach and Edward Clark.
Music by Rudolf Friml.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. Love, love, from Noah’s time to now
Has puzzled sage, fool and Saint
Each one has told his neighbor how
To diagnose this complaint
But all their talk is Greek to you
Until this thing has hit you, too
Refrain
And some strange, peculiar feeling
O’er you comes slowly stealing
It throws your nerves at sixes and at sevens
Makes you feel as tho’ you’re climbing up to the heavens
Then dear, divine emotions
Give you such frisky notions
First you’re glad, and then you’re sad
Lose whatever sense you had
And you’re in love, in love
Sung here by Fred Feild: