Then I'll Be Tired Of You Yip Harburg (1934), Arthur Schwartz, Fats Waller

I’ll be tired of you
When stars are tire 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!