You ask me if there´ll come a time
when I grow tired of you;
never my love, never my love.

You wonder if this heart of mine
will lose its desire for you;
never my love,
never my love.

What makes you think love will end
when you know that my whole life
depends on you?

You say you fear I´ll change my mind
I won´t require you,
Never my love,
never my love.

How can you think love will end
when I´ve asked you to spend your
whole life with me?