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
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m the type that they classify as quaint
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢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
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m old fashioned but I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mind...
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