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 thirstAnd I shall watch the ferry-boats

And they'll get high

On a bluer ocean

Against tomorrow's skyAnd 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 dynamiteAnd I don't know why

We shall walk and talk

In gardens all misty and wet with rain

My, my, my, my, my sweet thingAnd I will raise my hand up

Into the night time sky

And count the stars

That's shining in your eyeAnd I'll be satisfied

In gardens all wet with rainAnd 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...