Old Spinning Wheel - Ray Noble

The Old Spinning WheelRay Noble                           (words and music by Billy Hill)(verse)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 twilightAt 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 childhoodAs you turn, old spinning wheel.Just show me a lane with a barefoot boy,As shadows softly steal:(repeat refrain)From: "Montcomags"