Paroles de 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 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