Lyrics I'll Tell The Man In The Street - Barbra Streisand

I won't 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 whippoorwill on the hill, a bowl

I'll tell the man in the street
And everyone I meet
That you and I are sweethearts
I shouted out from the roof
I'll give the papers proof
But we two are complete heart

I want the world to know
I use the radio
And when I've said on my say
You may be older and gray
But you can't get away from me