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.