I wont to tell of my love
To the red, red rose
Or the running brook
Where the sweet magnolia grows
I wont tell of my love
To every little star
On the wipperwill
On the hill above
Ill tell the man in the street
And everyone I meet
That you and I are sweethearts
Ill shout it out
From the roof
Ill give the papers proof
That we two are complete hearts
I want the world to know
Ill use the radio
And when Ive said all Ill say
You may be old and gray
But you cant get away from me.
