Até já (ou see you in a moment sweet thing).

And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
Hey, its me, I'm dynamite
...
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain
...
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again

Van Morrison - Sweet Thing (Astral Weeks, 1968)