Sweet Thing
I will stroll the merry way and jump the hedges first.
I will drink clear clean water for to quench my thirst.
I go watch the ferry-boats and I'll get high.
On a bluer ocean against the waters sky.
I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain.
I will never ever ever grow so old again.
Oh good God you're a sweet thing.
Oh good God you're a sweet thing.
I shall drive my chariot down your streets and cry.
'Hey, it's me tonight I'm dynamite and I don't know why.'
You shall take me strongly in your arms again.
I will stay and wonder if I ever felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk in gardens all misty and wet with rain.
I shall never, ever, ever grow so old again.
Oh good God you're a sweet thing.
Oh good God you're a sweet thing.
I shall raise my hand up into the night into the nights sky.
And count the stars that's shining in your eye.
Just to dig it all and not to wonder that would be fine.
It's satisfied not to read in between the lines.
Oh good God you're a sweet thing.
Oh good God you're a sweet thing.
Oh my my my my my sweet thing.
Oh good God.
