The Mill Will Never Grind Again With The Water That Has Pass  

-song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Mill will Never Grind Again with the Water that has Passed. 
Last night I dreamed of home and friends and When I was a boy, I thought I lived in scenes I had of yore, I thought I heard my mother's voice in accents soft and low, It sounded sweeter than it ever did before; I went with father to the mill, as often I had done, And watch the wheel go 'round so smooth and fast. He placed his hand upon my head, and said to me: My son, The mill will never grind again with the water that has passed. 
Chorus. Those dear old scenes I can't forget wherever I may go. Far in my memory they will ever last, And as I journey on through life there's something whispers low, The mill will never grind again with the water that has passed. 
As years rolled on I grew to be a wild and reckless boy, Not caring what I done or where I went, I grew to be a drunkard, I who was my mother's joy, And on the road to ruin I was bent; My money gone, I sat me down to think what I had done, And the tears rolled down my cheeks so thick and fast, And as I sat I thought I heard my mother say: "My son, The mill will never grind again with the water that has passed." Those dear old scenes, &c.