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
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
headache
Full of quaint little schemes
But when I should forget you
I let you disturb my dreams
I thought I could hold my own with you
But you've got
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 you only
If you've seen a quaint old southern city
Just think of New New Orleans
If you've never seen that town boy it's a pity
There's nothing like my New
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
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
quaint little duchy
That somehow seems to survive
Too small to be a city too big to be a town
Too poor to have an army
And too easy to knock down
Too
children
That they're always selling
They'll say "It's quaint" as the guilty ones faint
And claim they ain't underneath this paint
We interrupt these
that they classify as quaint
Iâ??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
And he didn't have enough money for his brushes
And they thought it was rather quaint
But you know it's no use repeating
And you know it's no use
I pause to ask myself
If I still love you sometimes I don't, but
Sometimes I do
Greeting cards and quaint cafes
Distant island getaways
Humor, hugs,
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
friendship went right down the drain
Auld the quaint will just be drowned
On the last night of the year
On the last night of the year
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
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
In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call, 'the gypsy'
She can look in thefuture
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 you'll
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
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
Of romance
There's a chapel Sacre Coure in quaint Montmarte
In the open air, the painters show their art
In the restaurant sip a beaujolies
What
If your'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
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