Herbert W Armstrong

My darling I am dreaming of the days gone by
When you and I were sweethearts beneath the summer sky
Your hair has turned to silver, the gold has faded too
But still I will remember where I first met you

Down by the old, down by the old mill stream
Where I first met you, with your eyes so blue
Dressed in gingham too
And it was there I knew, that you loved me
You loved me so true

You were sixteen, my village queen
Down by the old mill stream

Won't you play a simple melody
Like my mother sang to me
One with good old fashioned harmony
Play a simple melody

I beg you musical man won't you play with your band
Won't you play me some rag
Just change that classical nag
To some sweet beautiful drag
If you could play me a copy of a tune that is choppy you'll get all my applause
And that is simply because I wanna listen to rag

Won't you play a simple melody
Like my mother sang to me
One with good old fashioned harmony
Play a simple melody

Down by the old (not the new but the old)
Mill stream (not the river but the stream)
Where I first (not last but first)
Met you (not her but you)
With your eyes (not your nose but your eyes)
So blue (not green but blue)
Dressed in gingham (not silk but gingham)
Too (not three but two)
And it was there I knew that you loved me true (not false but true)
You were sixteen (not seventeen but sixteen)
My village queen (not the princess but the queen)
By the old (not the new but the old)
Mill (not the river but the old mill) stream