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 i will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
Hey, it's me, i'm dynamite
And i don't know why
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
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
And i'll be satisfied
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...