Martyn Windham-Read
I will love you ‘till the birds
Have lost their way to sing
Until there is no tenderness
All in the face of spring
And I will love you ‘till the babe
Will neither laugh nor cry
‘Till men no more wanderers
And women’s tears are dry
And I will love you ‘till the trees
See neither sun nor rain
‘Till morning holds no mysteries
And love will bring no pain
And I will love you ‘till there be
No grace in hearts of men
‘Till a girl’s eyes will glow no love
I’ll love you until then