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.