Sweet Thing

I was young and I wanted a shy Sweet thing Went to town just to look here for my Sweet thing Had a dream of a brown-eyed man Six feet tall with cheeks of tan Sweet thing Sweet thing Sweet thing I dressed up and I went to a ball Sweet thing He passed by and I wanted to call Sweet thing Call to him "come and dance with me" Do a little jig and a "one-two-three" Sweet thing Sweet thing Sweet thing He started moving, taught me, and my thought was so on grin Yes he started moving, taught me, and my head began to spin But he was going by me, my brown-eyed man I watched him go and ran and ran And he was gone Gone in the night Sweet thing Shine a light, Mr. Moon, for my Sweet sweet thing I'll go back to my home on the hill Have me a dream and keep it until I find My sweet Sweet thing Till I find My sweet Sweet thing My fine sweet thing