Sweet Thing (Acústico)

Intro: E  F#m  A  B6

E           F#m
And I will stroll the merry way
             A          B6
And jump the hedges first
E                 F#m
And I will drink the clear
                   A              B6
Clean water for to quench my thirst
E           F#m
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
           A       B6
And they'll get high
E    F#m
On a bluer ocean
        A            B6
Against tomorrow's sky
E          F#m             A    
And I will never (...ever) grow 
          B6
so old again
E          F#m
And I will walk and talk
          A               B6
In gardens all wet with rain

E               A
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
E               A            E
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing

E           F#m
And I shall drive my chariot
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A                      B6
Down your streets and cry
E          F#m
'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite
A                B6
And I don't know why'
E             F#m
And you shall take me strongly
A              B6
In your arms again
E                   F#m
And I will not remember
            A            B6
That I even felt the pain.
E                F#m
And I will never, never, never
       A         B6
Grow so old again.
E        F#m
We shall walk and talk
          A                      
In gardens all misty and wet with 
   B6
rain

E              A
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
E               A
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing

E          F#m
And I will raise my hand up
         A            B6
Into the night time sky
E        F#m
And count the stars
               A        B6
That's shining in your eye
E            F#m
Just to dig it all an' not to wonder
A              B6
That's just fine
E               F#m
And I'll be satisfied
                 A            B6
Not to read in between the lines
E                F#m
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
        A       B6
Grow so old again.
E          F#m
And I will walk and talk
           A              B6
In gardens all wet with rain

E               A
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
E                    A
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
E                         A
And your saint-like smile....