I'm old-fashioned I love the moonlight I love the old-fashioned things The sound of rain Upon a windowpane 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 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 sound of rain Upon a windowpane The starry song that April sings This year's fancies Are passing fancies But sighing sighs, holding hands These my heart understands And 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