By The Old Mill

Sun plays on a warm day
by a lake so pure...
children run around in circles
feeding their play time.
Grandma is baking sweet pies
and her smile is warm...
the scent is so heavenly
and I am captured.

The morning hours are passing
and life is so beautiful here in
this village of love...
down by the old mill, down by the old mill.

Summer solstice is calling and
the warm lake is sweet...
we swim and enjoy ourselves
and splash around.
The blue skies are heavenly
and birds call in the sky...
their flight is one of fancy
as they all just soar.

The morning hours are passing
and life is purely wonderful here
in our warm village...
down by the old mill, down by the old mill.

Down by the old mill.