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 ferryboats 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, yeah
Sweet thing, yeah
Oh, my, 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, will not remember that I ever felt the pain
We shall walk and talk in gardens all misty wet, misty wet with rain
And I will never, never, never grow so old again

Oh, you sweet thing
Oh oh, you sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my, my-my, my, my, my, my

And I will raise my hand up into the night cloud sky
And count the stars that shine in your eye
And just to dig it all and 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
Oh, sugar-baby, yeah
Oh sweet thing
Sugar-baby
Sugar-baby, sugar-baby
With your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile

More lyrics from Van Morrison

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