I 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
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 on to the sunset
Like I've never done before
And I listen for your footsteps
And your knock upon the door

And it's love you bring
No that I can't deny
And with your wings
I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing

And it's love you bring
With dreams of bluer skies
And all these things
When I seem them in your eyes
Sweet young thing

Sweet young thing.
