Then I'll Be Tired of You
ARTHUR SCHWARTZ, E. Y. HARBURG
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
'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
If my throbbing heart
Should ever start repeating
That it is tired of beating
Then I'll be tired of you
Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Talk about it, talk about it
If my throbbing heart
Should ever start repeating
That it is tired of beating
Then I'll be tired of you