“Sweet Young Thing” Lyrics

I know that something very strange is 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
And 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
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, ah

[break]

And it’s love you bring
With dreams of bluer skies
All these things
When I see it in your eyes
Sweet young thing
Sweet young thing, ah


Sources

  1. The Monkees: The Day-by-Day Story of the ’60s TV Pop Sensation (2005), Andrew Sandoval, p. 300.
  2. The Monkees (1994) (CD).