Sweet young thing lyrics

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 knock 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

• Artist:The Monkees