When lilacs once in the dooryard bloomed, and all the bells were ringing,
Had our own street dance on a night in June, and the local band was singing.
Music in the cool night air, a dime store burgundy in your hair,
And it was then and there I knew I loved you, with an old time feeling, with an old time feeling.
Music in the cool night air, a dime store burgundy in your hair,
When lilacs once in the dooryard bloomed, and the world was full of wonder,
We danced all night to a thrill of two, and the sky was full of thunder.
You walked on up to a quiet place, I took your hand, you touched my face,
And you know time cannot erase that feeling, of an old time feeling, of an old time feeling.
Music in the cool night air, a dime store burgundy in your hair,
When the fiddle sang to the viper a willow, in a song of passion,
I loved you then, I love you still, in my own peculiar fashion.
I love you like the morning sky, a twinkle in a young girl's eye,
And when I hear the baby cry, I just love you, with an old time feeling, with an old time feeling.
Music in the cool night air, a dime store burgundy in your hair,
When the fiddle sang to the viper a willow, in a song of passion,
Music in the cool night air, a dime store burgundy in your hair,
When the fiddle sang to the viper a willow, in a song of passion,
I loved you then, I love you still, in my own peculiar fashion.