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By Gerry Goffin, Carole King and Michael Nesmith
I 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
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.
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
And then all these things,
When I see it in your eyes
Sweet young thing.
- Álbum:
- Good Times!
- Forever
- The Monkees Present
- Head (Soundtrack)
- The Birds, The Bees And The Monkees
- More Of The Monkees
- Headquarters
- Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd.
- The Monkees
- Miscellaneous
- Then And Now - The Best Of The Monkees
- Instant Replay
- Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd. [Deluxe Edition]
- Original Album Series
- The Monkees 50
- Dreamboats & Miniskirts - Those Were the Days
- Live 1967
- Good Times! (Deluxe)
- Me & Magdalena
- You Bring the Summer