Frank Sinatra
Then I’ll Be Tired of You
I'll be tired of you
When stars are tired gleaming
When I am tired of dreaming
Then I'll be tired of you

This I know is true
When wings 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