Sweet Thing
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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 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
'hey, it's me, i'm dynamite
and i don't know why'
we shall walk and talk
in gardens all misty and wet with rain
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
and i'll be satisfied
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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