I'll Tell The Man In The Street

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 On 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, I'll say You may be old and gray But you can't get away from me