The old spinning wheel
(Den gamla spinnrocken)
T&M: Billy Hill
Covered with dust and forgotten,
Like the face upon the wall.
The one souvenir
of the days gone by,
I treasure most of all:
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.
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:
There's an old spinning wheel....
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