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.

 (verse)
 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:

 (repeat refrain