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 try 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
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
