When the willow doesn't bend to the breeze,
And the river doesn't run to the seas,
When the golden grain isn't kissed by the rain.
I will love you till then my love. 
When the sunlight doesn't shine from afar,
And the steeple doesn't point to a star.
When the mission bell doesn't ring all is well,
I will love you till then my love. 

Laughter and joy, never tears.
I will bring to you moments of gladness,
And happiness all through the years. 

When the valley isn't green in the spring,
And the bluebird doesn't soar on the wing.
When the mountain high doesn't reach to the sky,
I will love you till then.
I will love you till then my love. 

I will love you.
I will love you.