The Spinning Wheel

The Spinning Wheel - Joy McKean

Mellow to the moonlight

To shine is beginnin'

Close by the window young

Eileen is spinnin'

Then t'ward the fire her blind

Grandmother's sittin'

Who's croonin' and moanin'

And drowsily knittin'

"Eileen Cara I hear someone tappin' "

"'Tis the ivy dear granny

Against the glass tapping "

"But Eileen I surely hear

Someone is sighin' "

"'Tis the sound granny dear

Of autumn winds dyin' "

Merrily Cheerily noiselessly working

Spins the wheel swings the wheel

While the food's stirring

Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringin'

Sounds the sweet voice

Of a young maiden singin'

There's a form at the casement

'Tis the form of her true love

He whispers to her

"I am waiting for you love

Get up on the stool

Through the lattice step lightly

And we'll rove through the grove

While the moon's shinin' brightly "

Lazily easily spins the wheel round

Slowly and lowly is heard

Now the reel sound

Noiseless and light through

The lattice above her

The maid creeps

Then leeps to the arms of her lover

Slower and slower

And slower the wheel spins

Lower and lower

And lower the reel rings

Now the reel and the wheel

Stop their spinning and movin'

Through the grove young lovers

By moonlight are rovin'