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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
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 sugar baby, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile
- Álbum:
- Keep Me Singing
- Duets: Re-Working The Catalogue
- Astral Weeks
- Born to Sing: No Plan B
- Playlist
- Keep It Simple
- Moondance
- His Band And The Street Choir
- Miscellaneous
- A Night In San Francisco
- Come Running (Live at the Troubadour)
- Inarticulate Speech Of The Heart (Expanded Edition)
- A Night In San Francisco (Live)
- Tupelo Honey (Expanded Reissue)
- The Skiffle Sessions: Live In Belfast
- His Band And The Street Choir (Expanded Edition)
- Astral Weeks: Live At the Hollywood Bowl
- Back on Top
- Live at the Grand Opera House Belfast
- Wavelength