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