Song Of The Old Water Wheel Lyrics - Slim Whitman

By the valley road 

The lilacs are growin' 

Around the mill 

With an old water wheel 

In his dusty coat 

The river sits dreamin' 

Of his true love 

The pretty Lucille 

The old water wheel 

Keeps turning and turning 

It seems to seize 

All the kisses it sees 

On the soft summer nights 

When the hearts were alive 

Making love to the sound 

Of the old water wheel 

In her eyes of blue 

True heaven made green 

And her hair was brown 

As the meadow lark's wing 

Every smile revealed 

White pearls, empty dreamin' 

And nature made her lips 

Just to sing 

But fate was unkind 

She sneaked neath the lilacs 

This dizzy world 

Keeps moving along 

But the old river seems 

To be lost in his dreams 

While the water wheel turns 

As it's singin' this song 

Lost in the song 

Of the old water wheel 

(Fade to end) 

The old water wheel 

The old water wheel