Down by the Old Mill Stream
Words and Music by Tell Taylor
Chicago: Tell Taylor, c1910

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'vе been together, forty years and morе

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