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.
The lyrics! The voice! The piano arrangement! Swoon swoon swoon!! I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: I should have been born sixty years ago.