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.