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 a mission bell doesn't ring all is well
I will love you, till then, my love

I will promise you
Love, never sadness
Love to enjoy, 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 blue bird doesn't sore on the wind
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