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

Or the wipperwill on the hill afarI'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 heartsI want the world to know, I'll use the radio

And when I've said all my say until you're old and gray

You'll never get away from me