I'm old-fashioned, I love the moonlight
I love the old-fashioned things
The sound of the rain upon my windowpane
The starry songs that April sings
These here 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'll always be
As long as you agree to stay old-fashioned with me