The Old Spinning Wheel Covered with dust and forgotten Like the face upon the wall There's one souvenir of the days gone by I treasure most of all. Turn back the years of my childhood As you turn, old spinning wheel Just show me a lane with a barefoot by As shadows softly steal. CHORUS cho: 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 ago. note-Hmmmm, on second thought, now I see why musicians don't ususally do anything but the chorus. Maybe you could change that garden part to a CABIN...GG note2- A fine old instrumental country standard. RG GG apr96
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