THE OLD WATER WHEEL 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 -Yodeling- 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