Fats Waller Then I'll Be Tired Of You
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, '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. And if my throbbing heart should ever start repeating That it is tired of beating, then I'll be tired of you.
