I know that something very strange is happening to my brainnI'm either feeling very good, or else I am insanenThe seed s of doubt you planted have started to grow wildnAnd I feel that I must yield to the wisdom of a childnnAnd it's love you bring, of that I can't denynWith your wings, I can learn to flynSweet young thing, sweet young thingnnPeople try to talk to me, they're words are ugly soundsnBut I resist all their attempts to try and bring me downnI'm turned on to the sunset like I've never been beforenAnd I listened for your footsteps and your knock upon my doornnAnd it's love you bring, of that I can't denynWith your wings, I can learn to flynSweet young thing, sweet young thingnnAnd it's love you bring, with dreams of bluer skynThe morning sings and I see it in your eyesnSweet young thing, sweet young thingnSweet young thing, sweet young thingnSweet young thing, sweet young thing