Lyric 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.