An' I will stroll the merry way,
An' jump the hedges first.
An' I will drink the clear, clean water,
For to quench my thirst.
An' I shall watch the ferry-boats an' they'll get high.
On a bluer ocean, against tomorrow's sky.
An' I will never grow so old again.
An' I will walk and talk, in gardens all wet with rain.

Oh-woh, y' sweet thing, y' sweet thing.
Yeah-yeah-ah, sweet thing, yeah-a-yeah.
Ah-lay-lay-lay-lay, lay, lay, my, my sweet thing.
An' I shall drive my chariot, down your streets and cry.
'Hoy it's me, I'm dynamite an' I don't know why'.
An' you shall take me strongly in your arms again.
An' I would not remember that I ever felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk, in gardens all misty wet,
All misty wet with rain, (nah-ah),
An' I will never, never, never grow so old again.

Oh-woh-woh, you sweet thing.
Oh-woh-woh, you sweet thing, sweet thing.
My, my, my, my, my m-my my my........
An' I will raise my hand up into the night cloud's sky.
An' count the stars that 'r shin'n in your eye.
Ahh, just to dig it all an' not to wonder, that's just fine.
An' I'll be satisfied, not to read in between the lines.
An' I will walk and talk, in gardens all wet with rain.
An' I will never ever, ever, ever grow so old again.

Oh-woh, sweet thing. Woh-woh-woh, sugar baby.( Hahah....)
Oh-woh, sweet thing. Sugar baby, sugar baby, sugar baby.
With your champagne eyes,
An' your saint-like smile.