Song of the Old Waterwheel Songtext
von Slim Whitman

By the valley road, the lilacs are growin′
Around the mill with an old waterwheel
In his dusty coat, the miller sits, dreamin'
Of his true love, the pretty Lucille

The old waterwheel keeps turning and turning
It seems to speak of the kisses that steal
Of the soft summer night, when their hearts were alight
Making love to the song
Of the old waterwheel


In her eyes of blue, to Heavens they dream in
Her hair was brown as the meadowlark′s wing
Every smile revealed bright pearls, gently gleamin'
And nature made her lips just to sing

But fate was unkind; she sleeps neath the lilacs
The busy world keeps moving along
But the old miller seems to be lost in his dreams
While the waterwheel turns
Gently singin' this song

Lost in the song
Of the old waterwheel
The old waterwheel
The old waterwheel