Sweet Young Thing - Monkees

By gerry goffin, carole king and michael nesmith

Know that something very strange

Is happening to my brain.

Im 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 its love you bring,

No that I cant 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 Ive never done before.

And I listen for your footsteps

And your know upon the door.

And its love you bring,

With dreams of bluer skies

All these things,

When I seem them in your eyes

Sweet young thing.