It's an old-fashioned idea, marryin' for love,
And that old fashioned idea's what I'm thinkin' of!
Where there's love, poets have said two can live as one,
That's an old-fashioned idea, but it's been done!
If she must have gold, let it be in her hair,
Rubies, let 'em be in her lips,
Diamonds, let 'em shine in her eyes.
Just an old-fashioned romance with the moon above,
A romance, one that will end marryin' for love.
That's the kind of love that I'm thinkin' of.
If she must have gold, let it be in her hair,
Rubies, let 'em be in her lips,
Diamonds, let 'em shine in her eyes.
Just an old-fashioned romance with the moon above,
A romance, one that will end marryin' for love.
That's the kind of love that I'm thinkin' of.