1. Down by the old mill stream where I first met you,
With your eyes of blue, dressed in gingham too,
It was there I knew that you loved me true,
You were sixteen, my village queen, by the old mill stream.
2. The old mill wheel is silent and has fallen down,
The old oak tree has withered and lies there on the ground.
While you and I are sweethearts the same as days of yore.
Although we've been together, forty years and more.
3. Down by the old mill stream where I first met you,
With your eyes of blue, dressed in gingham too,
It was there I knew that you loved me true,
You were sixteen, my village queen, by the old mill stream.
