MY DARLING I AM DREAMING,
OF THE DAYS GONE BY,

WHEN YOU AND I WERE SWEETHEARTS
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.

  

  THE OLD MILL WHEEL IS SILENT,
AND HAS FALLEN DOWN,

THE OLD OAK TREE HAS WITHERED,
AND LIES THERE ON THE GROUND;

WHILE YOU AND I ARE SWEETHEARTS
 THE SAME AS DAYS OF YORE;

ALTHOUGH WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER,
FORTY YEARS OR MORE.

  

 

   

  
DOWN BY THE OLD MILL STREAM,
WHERE I FIRST MET YOU,
 
WITH YOUR EYES OF BLUE,
DRESSED IN GINGHAM TOO.
 
IT WAS THERE I KNEW,
THAT YOU LOVED ME TRUE.

YOU WERE SIXTEEN, 
MY VILLAGE QUEEN, 
BY THE OLD MILL STREAM.
 

"growing enchbyench"

Credits
Angie & Wayne Palmer
Enchante`

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