Letras:
Morrison Van No Thing

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 And I

favourite chair today Oh the man he came today, said he'd haul all my things away If I didn't get my payments made by ten Things have gone to pieces

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 And I

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 And

to drink Sitting round what's the use what to think Well I've got some consolation Give it to you if I might You know I don't worry about a thing because

Cos it ain't gonna change no thing, no, no, no, no, no, no Well it ain't gonna change no thing, yeah, yeah, yeah Well it ain't gonna change no thing

drink Sitting round what's the use what to think Well I've got some consolation Give it to you if I might You know I don't worry about a thing because

Tradução: Van Morrison. Sweet Thing.

Tradução: Van Morrison. No hay cosa.