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.