Sweet Thing

 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
on a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky.
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain

Oh, sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing --

Van Morrison wails it here.