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 
or the wipperwill 
On the hill afar 
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 are two complete hearts 
I want the world to know 
I'll use the radio 
And when I've said all I'll say 
Untill you're old and gray 
You'll never get away from me