I'm old fashioned, I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things.
The sound of rain upon a window pane
The daffodills that April brings.
This years fancies are pa**ing fancies,
But sighing sighs, holding hands
These my heart understands.
I'm old fashioned, but I don't mind it,
That's how I'll always be,
If only you'll agree,
To stay old fashioned with me.
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads.
I'll admit I was never one of those sophisticated lads.
Not that I ever tried to be a saint,
I'm the type that they cla**ify as quaint.
I'm old fashioned, I love cheap music,
The feel of spring in the air,
Moons in June,
Those sentimental tunes,
Those nightinggales in Berkley Square.
Things are rationed,
I don't require them.
When high white clouds sail above,
Dreams are dreams,
Love is love.
I'm old fashioned,
We'd better face it—
That's how I'll always be—
As long as you agree,
To stay old fashioned with me.