Young girl
Reading her magazines
And cutting out the pictures of the places
That make her dream

She don't miss a thing
Up on the latest rage
And I find myself
Losing her page by page

She's young America
And she needs feeling free
Sweet young America
What's she doing here with me

Her soft brown hair don't go with gray
She's full of life and I've seen my day
And young America
She needs feeling free

Seems like only yesterday
She climbed up on my knee
And said Daddy, will you tell me
How much you really love me

And I rеmember through tearstainеd eyes
Standing at the door while waving good-bye
Young America demands being free
Young America I wish I could be