[Verse] Dusty edges, worn and frayed, Faces smiling through the shade, Cotton dresses, shoes all tied, By the mill where you and I once danced inside. [Pre-Chorus] Echoes soft beneath the beams, Whispers caught in quiet dreams, Hold me close, don’t let it spill— The memory of that old mill. [Chorus] Spin me round, like we did then, In that photograph of when The world was small and hearts were full, Dancing slow by the old stone mill. Spin me round, don’t let it fade, Hold the night we made that way, In sepia tones, so warm and still, Forever young by the old stone mill. [Verse] Laughter lingers on the floor, Footsteps echo through the door, Hands entwined, the night was wide, Caught in that frame where time won’t hide. [Pre-Chorus] Echoes soft beneath the beams, Whispers caught in quiet dreams, Hold me close, don’t let it spill— The memory of that old mill. [Chorus] Spin me round, like we did then, In that photograph of when The world was small and hearts were full, Dancing slow by the old stone mill. Spin me round, don’t let it fade, Hold the night we made that way, In sepia tones, so warm and still, Forever young by the old stone mill. [Bridge] And if the years should blur the scene, I’ll find that night in between, Where shadows fall and lanterns glow, The dance goes on; it never goes. [Chorus] Spin me round, like we did then, In that photograph of when The world was small and hearts were full, Dancing slow by the old stone mill. Spin me round, don’t let it fade, Hold the night we made that way, In sepia tones, so warm and still, Forever young by the old stone mill. [Outro] Forever young by the old stone mill.