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 wipperwill
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 I’ll say
Untill you’re old and gray
You’ll never get away from me.
