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 the angry winds are tired of blowing When the green grass is tired of growing, then I'll be tired of you Beyond the years, till day is night, till wrong is right, till birds refuse to sing Beyond the years, the echo of my only love will still be whispering If my throbbing heart should ever start repeating, that it is tired of bleeding, then I'll be tired of you If my throbbing heart should ever start repeating, that it is tired of bleeding, then I'll be tired of you If my throbbing heart should ever start repeating, that it is tired of bleeding, then I'll be tired of you If my throbbing heart should ever start repeating, that it is tired of bleeding, then I'll be tired of you If my throbbing heart should ever start repeating, that it is tired of bleeding, then I'll be tired of you