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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 theyand'll get high
on a bluer ocean
against tomorrowand'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
and'hey, itand's me, iand'm dynamite
and i donand't know whyand'
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
thatand's shining in your eye
just to dig it all anand' not to wonder
thatand's just fine
and iand'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....
Van Morrison
Sweet Thing
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 theyand'll get high
on a bluer ocean
against tomorrowand'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
and'hey, itand's me, iand'm dynamite
and i donand't know whyand'
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
thatand's shining in your eye
just to dig it all anand' not to wonder
thatand's just fine
and iand'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....
