Covered with dust and forgotten,
Like the face upon the wall;
The one souvenir of the days gone by,
I treasure most of all.
There's an old spinning wheel in the parlor,
Spinning dreams of the long, long ago.
Spinning dreams of an old fashioned garden,
And a maid with her old fashioned beau.
Turn back the years of my childhood
As you turn, old spinning wheel.
Just show me a lane with a barefoot boy,
As shadows softly steal.
I hope you enjoyed these vintages pieces.
Thanks for reading, Rosie.