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
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
