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