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
And I 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 been 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
With your wings
I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing
And it's love you bring
With dreams of bluer skies
And then all these things
When I see it in your eyes
Sweet young thing