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 soft and low.
You're my heart's desire.
I love you,
Nellie Dean! Sweet Nellie Dean!
Richie - Nellie Dean may have been taken by the reflections, with the bedrock floor of the stream showing in the clear water. Or, it may have been the old mill set at the base of the green hill. Then again, she may love fair weather clouds in the sunny blue sky. Owd Bob really did miss seeing her when you were there? Thad
Water's bluer' than the sky here mate...remember the place well...should head back there again soon!