Sweet Thing Jeff Buckley

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, high, high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow's sky

And I will never ever grow so old again
And we will walk and talk
In gardens all misty wet with rain
Oh, sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing

And I will drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
Hey, it's me, i'm dynamite
And I don't know why
And you will hold me strongly
In your arms again
Pretty babe, I will not remember
That I ever felt the pain
And we will walk and talk
In gardens all misty wet with rain
And I will never, ever
Grow so old again
Oh, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
Sweet thing