Dillards (The)
Old Man at the Mill
Same old man sitting at the mill The mill turns around of its own free will Hand in the hopper and the other in the sack Ladies step forward and the gents fall backDown sat an owl and he said all quiet Lonesome day and a lonesome nightThought I heard a pretty girl sayCourt all night and you sleep next dayWell then, said the raven as she flewIf I was a young one I'd get twoOne for to fetch and the other to sewI'd have a string for my bow, bow, bowMy old man's in KalamazooHe don't give no "yes, I do"First to the left and then to the rightThis old mill grinds day and night
From Letras Mania