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.
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....