 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 we 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 street and cry
'hey, it's me, i'm dynamite
and i don't know why'
and you shall strongly hold me
in your arms again.
and I will never remember
that I ever felt the pain.
And I will never, ever,
grow so old again.
and I will walk and talk
in gardens all misty and wet with rain
sweet thing
my, my, my, my, my sweet thing.
sweet thing
my, my, my, my, my sweet thing.
and I will go out tonight
and count the midnight sky
and I will count the stars
that's shining up in your eye
and I will be satisfied
not to know the reason why
to dig it all and every question
that's just fine.
and I will never, never, ever,
grow so old again.
And I will walk in misty gardens all wet.
I will walk in misty gardens all misty.
I will walk in misty gardens all wet with rain.
I will walk in misty gardens all misty wet with rain.
oh sweet thing, oh sweet thing,
sweet thing, sweet thing, sweet thing,
my, my, my, my, my, my, my sweet thing.
oh sweet thing, sweet thing,
my, my, my, my, my, my sweet thing,
my sweet thing.
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