Lyrics The Old Spinning Wheel (Remastered) - Victor Young

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.
(Verse)
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)