Know that something very strange

Is happening to my brain.

I'm either feeling very good

Or else I am insane.

The seeds of doubt you planted

Have started to grow wild

But feel that I must yield before

The wisdom of a child



And it's love you bring,

No that I can't deny,

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 on to the sunset,

Like I've never done before.

And I listen for your footsteps

And your know upon the door.



And it's love you bring,

With dreams of bluer skies

All these things,

When I seem them in your eyes

Sweet young thing.