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