The old spinning wheelray noble (words and music by billy hill)(verse)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 twilightat 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 childhoodas you turn, old spinning wheel.just show me a lane with a barefoot boy,as shadows softly steal:(repeat refrain)from: "montcomags" <montcomags@mclinc.org>