Then I'll be tired of you
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
Then I'll be tired of you
Then I'll be tired of you
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
Then I'll be tired of you
