The Ink Spots Miscellaneous Whispering Grass Whispering Grass The Ink Spots Words by Fred Fisher and Music by Doris Fisher Peaked at # 10 in 1940 Competing version by Erskine Hawkins managed # 13 Why do you whisper, green grass? Why tell the tress what ain't so? Whispering grass, the trees don't have to know, no, no Why tell them all your secrets? Who kissed there long ago Whispering grass, the trees don't need to know Don't you tell it to the trees She will tell the birds and bees And everyone will know Because you told the blabbering trees Yes, you told them once before It's no secret anymore Why tell them all the old things? They're buried under the snow Whispering grass, don't tell the trees 'cause the trees don't need to know MONOLOGUE: Now, don't you tell it to the trees, 'cause they'll just run 'n' tell the birds and bees. Then everybody'd know 'cause you told them doggone trees! Yes you did, you know you did, ya told 'em once before. Now look atcha, honey child, it ain't no secret no mo'. Why tell them all the old things? They're buried under the snow Whispering grass, don't tell the trees 'cause the trees don't need to know
The Ink Spots Miscellaneous Whispering Grass Whispering Grass The Ink Spots Words by Fred Fisher and Music by Doris Fisher Peaked at # 10 in 1940 Competing version by Erskine Hawkins managed # 13 Why do you whisper, green grass? Why tell the tress what ain't so? Whispering grass, the trees don't have to know, no, no Why tell them all your secrets? Who kissed there long ago Whispering grass, the trees don't need to know Don't you tell it to the trees She will tell the birds and bees And everyone will know Because you told the blabbering trees Yes, you told them once before It's no secret anymore Why tell them all the old things? They're buried under the snow Whispering grass, don't tell the trees 'cause the trees don't need to know MONOLOGUE: Now, don't you tell it to the trees, 'cause they'll just run 'n' tell the birds and bees. Then everybody'd know 'cause you told them doggone trees! Yes you did, you know you did, ya told 'em once before. Now look atcha, honey child, it ain't no secret no mo'. Why tell them all the old things? They're buried under the snow Whispering grass, don't tell the trees 'cause the trees don't need to know
