THE OLD WATER WHEEL
Slim Whitman
By the valley road
The lilacs are growin'
Around the mill
With an old water wheel
In his dusty coat
The river sits dreamin'
Of his true love
The pretty Lucille
The old water wheel
Keeps turning and turning
It seems to seize
All the kisses it sees
On the soft summer nights
When the hearts were alive
Making love to the sound
Of the old water wheel
-Yodeling-
In her eyes of blue
True heaven made green
And her hair was brown
As the meadow lark's wing
Every smile revealed
White pearls, empty dreamin'
And nature made her lips
Just to sing
But fate was unkind
She sneaked neath the lilacs
This dizzy world
Keeps moving along
But the old river seems
To be lost in his dreams
While the water wheel turns
As it's singin' this song
Lost in the song
Of the old water wheel
(Fade to end)
The old water wheel
The old water wheel