Tonight my dreams are drifting back to childhood
I'm weary of the city and its strife
I'd give the world to wonder in the wildwood
And bring my boyhood mem'ries back to life.
I long to see the miller at the Mill Wheel
I long to see the bucket in the well
I long to see my mother in the doorway and
I long to see the Miller's daughter Nell
I long to take her in my arms and hold her
And ask her if the old love lingers still
I long to ask her if she will forgive me
Where the rippling waters flow down to the Mill
A city mansion shining in its splendor
A rustic cottage in the country land
Where all is peaceful simple sweet and tender
Which would you choose I ask you once again.
Bowers, Frederic V., "Where the Rippling Waters Flow" (1916). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1587.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.