Sweet Thing

And I will stroll the merry way And jump the hedges first And I will drink the clear Clean water for to quench my thirst And I shall watch the ferry-boats And they'll get high On a bluer ocean Against tomorrow's sky And I will never grow so old again And we will walk and talk In gardens all wet with rain Oh, sweet thing, sweet thing My, my, my, my, my sweet thing And I shall drive my chariot Down your street and cry 'hey, it's me, i'm dynamite And i don't know why' And you shall strongly hold me In your arms again And I will never remember That I ever felt the pain And I will never, ever Grow so old again And I will walk and talk In gardens all misty and wet with rain Sweet thing My, my, my, my, my sweet thing Sweet thing My, my, my, my, my sweet thing And I will go out tonight And count the midnight sky And I will count the stars That's shining up in your eye And I will be satisfied Not to know the reason why To dig it all and every question That's just fine And I will never, never, ever Grow so old again And I will walk in misty gardens all wet I will walk in misty gardens all misty I will walk in misty gardens all wet with rain I will walk in misty gardens all misty wet with rain Oh sweet thing, oh sweet thing Sweet thing, sweet thing, sweet thing My, my, my, my, my, my, my sweet thing Oh sweet thing, sweet thing My, my, my, my, my, my sweet thing My sweet thing