Lyrics:

I won't 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'll use the radio
And when I've said all my say
You may be old and gray
But you can't get away from me