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
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
