Till Then
GEORGE GERSHWIN, IRA GERSHWIN
Till the moon deserts the sky
Till all the seas run dry
Till then I'll worship you
Till the tropic sun grows cold
Till this young world grows old
My darling, I'll adore you
You are my reason to live
All I own I would give
Just to have you adore me
Till the rivers flow up stream
Till lovers cease to dream
Till then I'm yours
Be mine