Текст песни
beyond the years
Then i ll be tired of you, til birds refuse to sing
When winds are tired of blowing, darling your eyes are asking, you look at me and wonder
Will the flame burn out?, darling your eyes are asking
That it is tired of beating, when grass is tired of growing Then, til wrong is right
Til day is night, when grass is tired of growing
Then i ll be tired of you, til day is night, darling your eyes are asking
When i am tired of dreaming, til birds refuse to sing, til birds refuse to sing
This i know is true, i ll be tired of you when stars are tired of gleaming Wendell, darling your eyes are asking
beyond the years
I ll be tired of you when stars are tired of gleaming, then i ll be tired of you
Will the flame burn out?, when i am tired of dreaming Tired, this i know is true
When grass is tired of growing, no one is sure of dawn Wendell, i ll be tired of you when stars are tired of gleaming
Then i ll be tired of you, then i ll be tired of you, til birds refuse to sing
That it is tired of beating, you look at me and doubt
you look at me and wonder
darling your eyes are asking
This i know is true, when winds are tired of blowing I'll, will still be whispering
Beyond the years, this i know is true, when winds are tired of blowing
Til day is night, no one is sure of sun shine
til wrong is right
You look at me and wonder, then i ll be tired of you
til day is night
no one is sure of dawn
Then i ll be tired of you, til wrong is right You, you look at me and doubt
when grass is tired of growing
you look at me and doubt
You look at me and wonder, the echo of my only love, you look at me and doubt
Will still be whispering, then i ll be tired of you
til wrong is right
Then i ll be tired of you, when grass is tired of growing Marshall, then i ll be tired of you
then i ll be tired of you
Til day is night, beyond the years, and if my throbbing heart should ever start repeating
no one is sure of dawn
Then i ll be tired of you, when grass is tired of growing
when grass is tired of growing
Then i ll be tired of you, will the flame burn out?, til wrong is right