Then I´ll Be Tired of You

You look at me and won – der, you look at me and doubt;

Darling your eyes are asking, “Will the flame      burn out?”

Well, no one is sure of        sun – shine, no one is sure of dawn,

But I am sure my love will live on    and       on.

I’ll be tired of   you     when stars are tired      of gleaming;

When I am tired        of d   ream   ing, then I’ll be tired      of y       ou.

This I know     is   true: when winds are tired      of blow – ing,

When grass is tired        of g   row – ing, then I’ll be tired         of y       ou.

Be – yond the years, ’til day is night, ’til wrong is right,

‘Til birds refuse to sing,

Beyond the years, the echo of my only love

Will still be whispering, whispering.

And if my throb – bing heart should ever start      re – peat – ing

That it is      tired        of b   eat – ing, then I’ll be tired         of        you.