Tom Jones – Till

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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.