Till the moon deserts the sky,
Till all the seas run dry
Till then I’ll wor – ship you.
Till the tropic sun grows cold,
Till this young world grows old,
My darling, I’ll a – dore you.
C
C~B
Am7
Am7~G
Em
Baug
Em7
You are my reason to live;
Just to have you a – dore me.
Till the rivers flow upstream,
Till lovers cease to dream,
Till then I’m yours, be m ine.
Dm
Dm7
Baug
G7
C9
C~B
C
Dm6
Em7
C7
Am7~G
Em
Em6
D9
D6
Am7