Ray Noble
Miscellaneous
The Old Spinning Wheel
The Old Spinning Wheel
Ray Noble
(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 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.

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