Down By the Old Mill Stream

My darling, I

am dreaming

of the days gone

by

with you and I,

we'll be by beneath

the

summer sky.

Your hair has turned

to silver,

the gold has

faded, too.

But still

I will

remember

where I

first

met you.

Gone by the

years will

be

where I first

met

you. With your

eyes of

blue dressed in

gingham

too.

It was there

I knew that you

loved me,

too.

You were sixteen,

my village

queen.

Time,

the old

wheels

spin