Letra Sweet Thing de Jeff Buckley original
(Van Morrison) 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…well, well…sweet thing And I will drive my chariot down your streets and cry 'Well, it's me, I'm dynamite and I don't know why' And you will hold me strongly in your arms again Pretty babe, I will not remember that I even felt the pain And we will walk and talk in gardens all misty wet with rain And I will never, ever grow so old again Oh sweet thing, oh, oh, Oh my, my, my, my sweet thing, sweet thing And I will raise my hand up into the midnight sky And count all the lights that’s shining in your eye Just to dig it all and not to question well that's just fine Just to dig it all and never wonder well that’s just fine And I'll be satisfied not to read between the lines And we will walk and talk in gardens all misty wet with rain We will, someday And we, you and me, walk and talk in gardens all misty wet with rain Oh you and me, we will walk And talk in gardens all misty wet with rain And we will walk in gardens all misty wet with rain And we shall walk in gardens all misty wet with rain And we shall walk and talk in gardens all misty wet with rain And we will never, ever grow so old again Oh sweet thing, oh sweet thing Sweet thing, oh you know we will, oh you know we will Remember the day when I held you hand The look in my eyes only you can understand Remember when we held each other soft and low How nothing could ever be that strong Sleep tonight with dreams as sweet as angels’ wings All your dreams will bring you sweeter things Sweet sweet sweet thing, oh sweet thing Don’t, don’t, don’t you cry, no no Come here and let me tell you, let me tell you how much I love you Sweet thing, oh sweet thing Oh sweet thing, oh sweet thing You know we will walk and talk in gardens all misty wet with rain And we’ll never grow so old again Oh sweet thing, sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet Sweet sweet thing, sweet thing, sweet thing Oh my sweet thing