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.