Lyrics:
In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call the Gypsy
She can look in the future
And drive away all your fears
Everything will come right
If
In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call The Gypsy
She can look in the future
And drive away all your fears
Everything will come right
If
to faint
When things are odd or things are quaint
But seeing things you know that ain't
Can certainly give you an awful fright
What a sight
Chase 'em
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
In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call the Gypsy
She can look in the future
And drive away all your fears
Everything will go right
If
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
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
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
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
Natale in Italy means
A Merry Christmas to you
Far away across the sea
In sunny Italy
There's a quaint little town
Not a clock has been wound
For
In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call The Gypsy,
She can look at the future and drive away all your fears,
Everything will come out right if
can I go without you?
I wanted travel
I wanted romance
I chased that rainbow
Across the sea
I'm tired of faces
And quaint old places
If you
Once upon a midnight dreary
As I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious
Volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping
I want to travel, I wanted romance
I chased that rainbow across the sea
I'm tired of faces and quaint old places
If you can't be there with me
If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air,
Quaint little villages here and there,
You're sure to fall in love with old cape cod.
If you like
Buon Natale in Italy means
A Merry Christmas to you
Far away across the sea
In sunny Italy
There's a quaint little town
Not a clock has been
quaint, so please don't point and stare
We're just technologically impaired
There's no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson
of faces and quaint old places
Baby if you won't be there with me
Back on the boat again farewell to France
So long West Germany it hasn't got a chance
cry
How I miss that sweet lady with her old-country touch
Miss her quaint broken English called Pennsylvania Dutch
I can still see her there
can I go without you?
I wanted travel
I wanted romance
I chased that rainbow
Across the sea
I'm tired of faces
And quaint old places
If you
Little Red Riding Hood's Christmas Tree
All the quaint little folks from Storybook Land
Are happy as they can be
‘Cuz they'll all be there and they
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
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
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
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