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Nightingale Remembers - Curt Massey, Martha Tilton lyrics

I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type that they classify as quaint

I'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 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

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

I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint

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