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.
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.
(Writer:Billy Hill)