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....