Song Of The Old Water Mill

Song Of The Old Water Wheel - Slim Whitman

By the valley road

The lilacs are growin'

Around the mill

With an old water wheel

In his dusty coat

The river sits dreamin'

Of his true love

The pretty lucille

The old water wheel

Keeps turning and turning

It seems to seize

All the kisses it sees

On the soft summer nights

When the hearts were alive

Making love to the sound

Of the old water wheel

In her eyes of blue

True heaven made green

And her hair was brown

As the meadow lark's wing

Every smile revealed

White pearls empty dreamin'

And nature made her lips

Just to sing

But fate was unkind

She sneaked neath the lilacs

This dizzy world

Keeps moving along

But the old river seems

To be lost in his dreams

While the water wheel turns

As it's singin' this song

Lost in the song

Of the old water wheel