The Old Spinning Wheel

Erse) Covered with dust and forgotten, Like the face upon the wall. The one souvenir of the days gone by, I treasure most of all: (Refrain) 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 a go. Turn back the years of my childhood As you turn, old spinning wheel. Just show me a lane with a barefoot boy, As shadows softly steal: (Repeat refrain)