| Lyrics: | 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 I 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 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 even felt the
pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never,
never, never
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my
sweet thing
And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the
stars
That's shining in your eye
Just to dig it all an' 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 sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your
saint-like smile... |
