The Old Spinning Wheel Songtext
von Patti Page

There′s an old spinning wheel, in the parlor
Spinning dreams of the love, 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
And the organ softly singin', "Old Black Joe"
There′s an old spinning wheel, in the parlor
Spinning dreams, of the love, long ago

Sometimes, it seems, that I can hear her in the twilight
At the piano, softly singin', "Old Black Joe"
There's an old spinning wheel, in the parlor
Spinning dreams, of the love, long ago

Spinning dreams, of the love, long ago
Spinning dreams, of the love, long ago
Spinning dreams, of long ago