I know that something very strange
Has happened 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.
I'm 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
All these things,
When I see it in your eyes,
Sweet young thing.