I'm old-fashioned, I love the moonlight,
I love the old-fashioned things,
The sound of rain, upon a windowpane,
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.
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,
To stay old-fashioned,
To stay old-fashioned with me."