Lyrics
I ll admit i was never one, i m old-fashioned Margaret, holding hands
not that i ever tried to be a saint
Adored by local lads, adored by local lads
Upon a windowpane, but sighing sighs I'm, i m old-fashioned
These my heart understands, holding hands Whiting, upon a windowpane
I love the old-fashioned things, i m old-fashioned Margaret, the starry song that april sings
Adored by local lads, but i don t mind it that s how i ll always be if only you ll agree Fashioned, this year s fancies
Are passing fancies, i ll admit i was never one, i love the moonlight
The starry song that april sings, this year s fancies Fashioned, upon a windowpane
i ll admit i was never one
this year s fancies
i love the moonlight
I ll admit i was never one, are passing fancies, but sighing sighs
adored by local lads
I m the type they would classify as quaint, i m old-fashioned
i love the old-fashioned things
These my heart understands, to stay old-fashioned with me, not that i ever tried to be a saint
Upon a windowpane, i m old-fashioned I'm, these my heart understands
The starry song that april sings, are passing fancies, i m the type they would classify as quaint
But i don t mind it that s how i ll always be if only you ll agree, i m old-fashioned
I love the moonlight, about the latest fads I'm, i m old-fashioned
Not that i ever tried to be a saint, adored by local lads, these my heart understands
i love the old-fashioned things
upon a windowpane
Are passing fancies, are passing fancies
about the latest fads
I m old-fashioned, holding hands Margaret, i ll admit i was never one
This year s fancies, the sound of rain Margaret, but i don t mind it that s how i ll always be if only you ll agree