Sweet Thing - Emilie-Claire Barlow

I will stroll the merry way and jump the hedges first

And I will drink the clear clean water, just to quench my thirst

And I will watch the fairy birds and then get high

On a blue ocean against tomorrow sky

And I will walk and talk in gardens on way with rain

And I will never ever grow so old again

Hu-oh, ohh, ohh-oo sweet thing, my sweet thing

Hu-ohh, ooo, my sweet 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

You should take me strongly in your arms again, again, again, again and I will

not remember that I even felt the pain

And I will walk and talk in gardens of misty and wet with rain

And I will never ever, never ever never ever, never ever grow so old again

Oohh-oh, oh sweet thing, sweet thing

Hu-ohh, my, my, my, my, my sweet thing

Mmm-dah, do-do, do-oo, di-mmm, do-doo, dah-mmm, do-ooo

Fah-fah, fa-oo, fe-ah, fo-la-de-doo, do-do, oh-la-oo, oo-do, oo-do-do

Bah-da, de, fe-fe-oo-do, bah-ah, do-oo-mm

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my-oh, sweet thingggg

Ha-oh, my sweet sweet thing

Ha-oh, oo-do, my, my, my, my sweet thing

Ha-oh, oo-oo, my sweet thing