I'm Old Fashioned (Robert Morse)

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