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