By the valley road
The flowers that grow
And around to the mill is an old waterwheel
In the dusk and to the dawn
The miller sits dreamin'
About his true love, pretty Lucille
But the old waterwheel keeps turnin' and turnin'
It seems to speak of the kisses it steals
Of a bright summer's night, when our hearts were aligned
Makin' love to the soul
Of the old waterwheel
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In her eyes of blue
To heaven, they're dreamin'
Her hair was as gold as the meadowlark's wing
In her smile, God set
Bright pearls, gently gleamin'
And heaven made lips just to sing
But fate was unkind as she sleeps neath the lilacs
The busy world keeps on movin' along
The old miller seems to be lost in his dreams
While the waterwheel turns
Softly singin' this song