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 there I'll get high

On a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky

And I will never grow so old again

And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain

Oh-whoa, sweet thing, this sweet thing

Ayo, sweet thing

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, my, my, my, my sweet thing

And I shall drive my chariot down your streets and cry

Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite, and I don't know why

And you shall take me strongly in your arms again

And I will not remember that I ever felt the pain

We shall walk and talk in gardens all misty wet

All misty wet with rain down

And I will never, never, never grow so old again

Oh-oh-oh, you sweet thing

Oh-whoa, oh, you sweet thing, sweet thing

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

And I will raise my hand up into the night time sky

And count the stars that's shining in your eye

And just to dig it all and not to wonder, that's just fine

And I'll be satisfied not to read in between the lines

And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain

And I will never, ever, ever, ever grow so old again

Oh-whoa, sweet thing

Oh-whoa-whoa, sugar baby

Oh-whoa, sweet thing

Sugar baby, sugar baby, sugar baby

With your champagne eyes

And your saint-like smile