I know that something very strange just happened to my brain

I'm either feeling very good, or else I am insane

The seeds of doubt you've planted

Have started to grow wild

And I feel that I must yeild before the wisdom of a child



And it's love you bring

No, that I can't deny

And with your wings

I can learn to fly

Sweet young thing



People try to talk to me, their words are ugly sounds

But I resist all their attempts to try and bring me down

Turned onto the sunset like I never been before

I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door



And it's love you bring

With dreams of bluer skies

And the morning sings

When I see it in your eyes

Sweet young thing

Sweet young thing