I'll Tell The Man In The Street
I won't to tell of my loveTo the red, red roseOr the running brookWhere the sweet magnolia growsI won't tell of my loveTo every little starOr the whippoorwillOn the hill aboveI'll tell the man in the streetAnd everyone I meetThat you and I are sweetheartsI'll shout it outFrom the roofI'll give the papers proofThat we two are complete heartsI want the world to knowI'd use the radioAnd when I've said all I sayYou may be old and grayBut you can't get away from me