I won´t to tell of my love
To the red, red rose
Or the running brook
Where the sweet magnolia grows
I won´t tell of my love
To every little star
Or the whippoorwill
On the hill above
I´ll tell the man in the street
And everyone I meet
That you and I are sweethearts
I´ll shout it out
From the roof
I´ll give the papers proof
That we two are complete hearts
I want the world to know
I´d use the radio
And when I´ve said all I say
You may be old and gray
But you can´t get away from me.