I'll Tell The Man In The Street

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

On the wipperwill

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 I'll say

You may be old and gray

But you can't get away from me.