Gertie Gitana — Nellie Dean

There's an old mill by the stream, Nellie Dean Where we used to sit and dream, Nellie Dean And the waters as they flow Seem to murmur sweet and low You are my heart's desire I love you, Nellie Dean At the old mill stream I'm dreaming, Nellie Dean Dreaming of your bright eyes gleaming, Nellie Dean As they used to fondly glow When we sat there long ago Listening to the waters flow, Nellie Dean I can hear the robins singing, Nellie Dean Sweetest recollections ringing, Nellie Dean For they seem to sing of you With your tender eyes of blue For I know they miss you too, Nellie Dean There's an old mill by the stream, Nellie Dean Where we used to sit and dream, Nellie Dean And the waters as they flow Seem to murmur sweet and low You are my heart's desire I love you, Nellie Dean