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.
C~B
Em
D9
G7
Baug
Em6
Am7~G
C9
C
D6
Em7
Am7
Dm
Dm7
C7
Dm6