i am not such a clever one about the latest fads i ll admit i was never one adored by local lads not that i ever tried to be a saint i m the type they would classify as quaint i m old fashioned i love the moonlight i love the old fashioned things 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 i m old fashioned but i don t mind it that s how i ll always be if only you ll agree to stay old fashioned with me