you look at me and wonder   you look at me in doubt   darling your eyes are asking   will the flame burn out      no one is sure of sunshine   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 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   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   whispering      if my throbbing heart   should ever start repeating   that it is tired of beating   then i'll be tired of you