There's an old spinning wheel in the parlor, Spinning dreams of a long, long ago, Spinning dreams of an old-fashioned garden, And a maid with her old-fashioned beau.

Sometimes I feel that I can see her in the twilight, At the organ softly singing, "Sweet and Low" There's an old spinning wheel in the parlor, Spinning dreams of a long, long ago. (in early versions "Sweet and Low" read "Old Black Joe")