The Old Spinning Wheel
Covered with dust and forgotten
Like the face upon the wall
There's one souvenir of the days gone by
I treasure most of all.
Turn back the years of my childhood
As you turn, old spinning wheel
Just show me a lane with a barefoot by
As shadows softly steal.
cho: There's an old spinning wheel in the parlor
spinning dreams of the long, long ago
Spinning dreams of an old fashioned garden
And a maid with her old fashioned beau
Sometimes it seems that I can hear her in the twilight
At the organ softly singing "old Black Joe"
There's an old spinning wheel in the parlor
Spinning dreams of the long, long ago.
note-Hmmmm, on second thought, now I see why musicians don't ususally do
anything but the chorus. Maybe you could change that garden part to a
note2- A fine old instrumental country standard. RG