Spinning Wheel

<br>Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning <br>Close by the window young Eileen is spinning <br>Bent o`er the fire her grand grandmother sitting <br>is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting. <br><br>cho: Merrily cheerily noisily whirring <br>Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot`s stirring <br>Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing <br>Sounds the sweet voice of the young maiden singing. <br><br>Eileen, a chara, I hear someone tapping <br>`Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping <br>Eileen, I surely hear somebody sighing <br>`Tis the sound mother dear of the autumn winds dying. <br><br><br><br>There`s a form at the casement, the form of her true love <br>And he whispers with face bent, I`m waiting for you love <br>Get up on the stool, through the lattice step lightly <br>And we`ll rove in the grove while the moon`s shining brightly. <br><br>cho: Merrily cheerily noisily whirring <br>Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot`s stirring <br>Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing <br>Sounds the sweet voice of the young maiden singing. <br><br>The maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her fingers <br>Steals up from the seat, longs to go and yet lingers <br>A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother <br>Puts one foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other <br><br>Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel round <br>Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel`s sound <br>Noiseless and light to the lattice above her <br>The maid steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover. <br><br>Slower and slower, and slower the wheel swings<br>Lower and lower, and lower the reel rings <br>there the reel and the wheel stop their spinning and moving<br>The grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving.