文本歌词

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
That the mother you
Quaint that the brother you
Must be another you
I like the other you
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