I’m Old Fashioned Christine Ebersole

I'm, old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashion 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

[Verse:]
I'm not such a clever one, about the latest fads
I admit I was never one, adult by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be, a saint
I'm the type that they'd classify as quaint

I'm, old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love
The sound of rain, upon a window pane
The starry song that April sings
This yеar's fancies are passing fancies
But sighing sighs, holding hands
Thеse 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