E F#m A B6

   E                     F#m
1. And I will stroll the merry way
   A             B6
   And jump the hedges first
   E                     F#m
   And I will drink the clear
   A                    B6
   Clean water for to quench my thirst
   E                      F#m
   And I shall watch the ferry-boats
   A
   And they'll get high
   B6
   On a bluer ocean
   E                   F#m
   Against tomorrow's sky
   A             B6
   And I will never grow so old again
   E                    F#m
   And I will walk and talk
   A               B6
   In gardens all wet with rain
   
   E                A
   Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
   E                A
   My, my, my, my, my sweet thing

2. 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

3. 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....