I love the old fashioned things
As long as you agree
The sound of rain, upon a window pane
The starry song that April sings
I'm old fashioned, I love the moonlight
I admit, I was never one
But sighing sighs holding hands
I'm the type that they classify as quaint
These my heart understands
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me
I know, I'm old fashioned
Not that I ever try to be a saint
Are passing fancies
Oh won't you stay old fashioned with me?
I'm old fashioned
But I don't mind it that's how I want to be
This year's fancies
Adored by local lads
To stay old fashioned with me
But I don't mind it that's how I want to be
