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.