It's an old-fashioned idea, marrying for love
And that old-fashioned idea's what I'm thinking of
Where there's love, poets have said
Two can live as one
That's an old-fashioned idea
But it's being done
If she must have gold, let it be in her hair
Rubies, let them be in her lips
Diamonds, let them shine in her eyes
Just an old-fashioned romance with a moon above
A romance, one that will end marrying for love
That's the kind of love
That I'm thinking of
If she must have gold, let it be in her hair
Rubies, let them be in her lips
Diamonds, let them shine in her eyes
Just an old-fashioned romance with a moon above
A romance, one that will end marrying for love
That's the kind of love
That I'm thinking of