I'm Old Fashioned

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 tried 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 years 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.

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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.