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.