Sweet Young Thing

By gerry goffin, carole king and michael nesmith

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 know 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.