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 ago

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