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.