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,
Then I'll be tired of you.