I will stroll the merry way and jump the hedges first And I will drink the clear, clean waterfall 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 I will walk and talk in garden's all wet with rain. Oh, sweet thing, sweet thing Oh, my, my, my sweet thing. And I shall drive my chariot down your streets and cry 'hey its 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, misty wet with rain. And I will never, never, never grow so old again. Oh, you sweet thing, sweet thing. Oh, you sweet thing, sweet thing My, my, my, my, my... And I will raise my hand up into the night cloud's sky. And count the stars shining in your eye. Just to dig it all an' not to wonder that's just fine. And I will 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, sweet thing. Oh, sugar baby, oh sweet thing Sugar baby, sugar baby, sugar baby. With your champagne eyes And your saint-like smile.
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