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Sweet Thing (Van Morrison)
EAnd IF#m will stroll the merry way
AnAd jumB6p the hedges first
EAnd I will dF#mrink the clear
CleanA water forB6 to quench my thirst
EAnd IF#m shall watch the ferry-boats
AnAd they'll get high
OnB6 a bluer ocean
EAgainst tomoF#mrrow's sky
AndA I wB6ill never grow so old again
EAnd I will wF#malk and talk
InA gardens B6all wet with rain
EOh sweAet thing, sweet thing
EMy, mAy, 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 sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile....
EF#mAB6
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