I make up things to say on my way to you
On my way to you I find things to say

I can write poems, too, when you're far away
When you're far away, I write poems, too

But when you are near, my throat goes dry
When you are near, I only sigh, oh dear

I've told ev'ry little star
Just how sweet I think you are
Why haven't I told you

I've told ripples in a brook
Made my heart an open book
Why haven't I told you

Friends ask me am I in love
I always answer "Yes"
Might as well confess
If I don't, they guess

Maybe you may know it, too
Oh, my darling, if you do
Why haven't you told me, dear
Why haven't you told me

But when you are near, my throat goes dry
When you are near, I only sigh, oh dear

I've told ev'ry little star
Just how sweet I think you are
Why haven't I told you
Why haven't, why haven't I told you

I've told ripples in a brook
Made my heart an open book
Why haven't I told you
Each time I hold you

Friends ask me if I'm in love
I always answer "Yes"
Might as well confess
For if I don't, they guess

Maybe you may know it too
But oh, my darling, if you do
Why haven't you told me
Ooh aah