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...