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.