American Old Time Song Lyrics: 21 The Mill Will Never Grind Again With The Water That Has Pass
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 21
-song lyrics
The Mill will Never Grind Again with the Water that has Passed.
Last night I dreamed of home and friends and When I was a boy,
I thought I lived in scenes I had of yore,
I thought I heard my mother's voice in accents soft and low,
It sounded sweeter than it ever did before;
I went with father to the mill, as often I had done,
And watch the wheel go 'round so smooth and fast.
He placed his hand upon my head, and said to me: My son,
The mill will never grind again with the water that has passed.
Chorus.
Those dear old scenes I can't forget wherever I may go.
Far in my memory they will ever last,
And as I journey on through life there's something whispers low,
The mill will never grind again with the water that has passed.
As years rolled on I grew to be a wild and reckless boy,
Not caring what I done or where I went,
I grew to be a drunkard, I who was my mother's joy,
And on the road to ruin I was bent;
My money gone, I sat me down to think what I had done,
And the tears rolled down my cheeks so thick and fast,
And as I sat I thought I heard my mother say: "My son,
The mill will never grind again with the water that has passed."
Those dear old scenes, &c.