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.
Instrumental
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 ago.

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