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
'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 throbbing heart should ever start repeating
That it is tired of beating, then I'll be tired of you