then i'll be tired of you

i'll be tired of you

when stars are tired of gleaming

when i am tired of dreaming

then i'll be tired of you

this i know is true

when winds are tired of blowing

when grass is tired of growing

then i'll be tired of you. beyond the years till day is night

till wrong is right

till birds refuse to sing

beyond the years the echo of my only love

will still be whispering whispering

if my throbbing heart

should ever start repeating

that it is tired of beating

then i'll be tired of you

beyond the years till day is night

till wrong is right

till birds refuse to sing

beyond the years the echo of my only love

will still be whispering whispering

if my throbbing heart

should ever start repeating

that it is tired of beating

then i'll be tired of you