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...