down by the old mill stream

The Chordettes

My darling I am dreaming of the days gone by
When you and I were sweethearts
Beneath the summer sky
Your hair has turned to silver the gold has faded too
But still I will remember, where I first met you

The old mill wheel is silent and has fallen down
The old oak tree has withered
And lies there on the ground
While you and I are sweethearts
the same as days of yore
Although we've been together, forty years and more

Down by the old mill stream where I first met you
With your eyes of blue, dressed in gingham too
It was there I knew that you loved me true
You were sixteen, my village queen
By the old mill stream