Beyond the years till day is night
No one is sure of dawn
No one is sure of sunshine
When stars are tired of gleaming
Should ever start repeating
When winds are tired of blowing
“Will the flame burn out?”
Then I'll be tired of you
If my throbbing heart
I'll be tired of you
When grass is tired of growing
Beyond the years the echo of my only love
Till wrong is right, till birds refuse to sing
But I am sure
That it is tired of beating
Will still be whispering, whispering!
When I am tired of dreaming
This I know is true
My love will live on and on!
Then I'll be tired of you!
Darling, your eyes are asking