My mind was young and then it grew

My thoughts known only by a few

A dream much too real to be leaned against too long

And all the time I guess she knew

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

My mind was young and then it grew

My thoughts known only by a few

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh