The Ink Spots
 Words by Fred Fisher and Music by Doris Fisher

 Peaked at # 10 in 1940
 Competing version by Erskine Hawkins managed # 13


 Why do you whisper, green grass?
 Why tell the tress what ain't so?
 Whispering grass, the trees don't have to know, no, no

 Why tell them all your secrets?
 Who kissed there long ago
 Whispering grass, the trees don't need to know

 Don't you tell it to the trees
 She will tell the birds and bees
 And everyone will know
 Because you told the blabbering trees
 Yes, you told them once before
 It's no secret anymore

 Why tell them all the old things?
 They're buried under the snow
 Whispering grass, don't tell the trees
 'cause the trees don't need to know

 MONOLOGUE:  Now, don't you tell it to the trees, 'cause they'll just run 'n' tell the birds and
 bees.  Then everybody'd know 'cause you told them doggone trees!  Yes you did, you know
 you did, ya told 'em once before.  Now look atcha, honey child, it ain't no secret no mo'.

 Why tell them all the old things?
 They're buried under the snow
 Whispering grass, don't tell the trees
 'cause    the trees    don't need    to   know