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