I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I’m the type that they classify as quaint
I’m old fashioned, I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain upon a window pane
The starry song that April sings
This year’s fancies are passing fancies
But sighing sighs
Holding hands
These my heart understands
I’m old fashioned but I don’t mind it That’s how I want to be As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me
I’m old fashioned but I don’t mind it That’s how I want to be As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me