There’s an old spinning wheel in the parlour,
Spinning dreams of the long, long ago.
Spinning dreams of an old fashioned garden,
And a maid with her old fashioned beau.
I can see them sitting in the moonlight,
Holding hands and speaking sweet and low.
There’s and old spinning wheel in the parlour,
Spinning dreams of the long, long ago.
They walked and they talked in the garden,
And spoke of things that would be.
They spoke of a house and a garden,
And they spoke a bit about me.
There’s an old spinning wheel in the parlour,
Spinning dreams of the long, long ago.
Spinning dreams of an old fashioned garden,
And a maid with her old fashioned beau.
I can see them alone at the organ,
Holding hands and singing soft and low.
There’s and old spinning wheel in the parlour,
Spinning dreams of the long, long ago.
As I sit here lonely in the moonlight,
And I think of the love they once had.
I think of that maid and her young beau,
That I knew as my mom and my dad.
There’s an old spinning wheel in the parlour,
Spinning dreams of the long, long ago.
Spinning dreams of an old fashioned garden,
And a maid with her old fashioned beau.