By the valley road The flowers that grow And around to the mill is an old waterwheel In the dusk and to the dawn The miller sits dreamin' About his true love, pretty Lucille But the old waterwheel keeps turnin' and turnin' It seems to speak of the kisses it steals Of a bright summer's night, when our hearts were aligned Makin' love to the soul Of the old waterwheel In her eyes of blue To heaven, they're dreamin' Her hair was as gold as the meadowlark's wing In her smile, God set Bright pearls, gently gleamin' And heaven made lips just to sing But fate was unkind as she sleeps neath the lilacs The busy world keeps on movin' along The old miller seems to be lost in his dreams While the waterwheel turns Softly singin' this song