Sweet Thing - Van Morrison
    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...

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