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 afar
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 are two complete hearts I want the world to know I'll use the radio And when I've said all my say Until you're old and gray You'll never get away from me