Old Spinning Wheel

Old Spinning Wheel
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" <[email protected]>