Текст песни Down By The Old Mill Stream

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