By the mill stream sits the Millers pretty daughter Her cheeks are like the first red rose of June Her sweet voice sounds just like the rippling water As so tenderly she hums an old love tune But soon her song of joy has turned to sorrow Her sweetheart now has come to say goodbye She thinks of a sad and lonely morrow And he hugs her as she murmers with a sigh When the bees are in the hive and the honey in the comb And the golden sunlight bends to kiss the dew While the old mill wheel turns round I love you Mary And when the bees are in the hive Ill come to you By the old mill sits the lonely maid repining And her face was like the spring rose far away While she looked down in the silver waters shining And she sees her golden locks are dimmed with grey Long years shes waited there for his returning All in vain shes thinking hell come back someday For the lamp of hope still in her heart is burning As the old mill wheel turns round it seems to sayYou might also like
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