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