The Spinning Wheel

The Spinning Wheel - Eleanor Tomlinson/Ross Tomlinson

Lyricist：Traditional

Composer：Traditional

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning

Close by the window young Eileen is spinning

Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother sitting

Crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting

Eileen a chara I hear someone tapping

'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping

Eileen I surely hear somebody sighing

'Tis the sound mother dear of the autumn winds dying

Merrily cheerily noiselessly whirring

Spins the wheel rings the wheel while the foot's stirring

Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing

Trills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing

There's a form at the casement the form of her true love

And he whispers with face bent I'm waiting for you love

Get up from the stool through the lattice step lightly

And we'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly

The maid shakes her head on her lips lays her fingers

Steps up from the stool longs to go and yet lingers

A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother

Puts her foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other

Lazily easily now swings the wheel round

Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound

Noiseless and light to the lattice above her

The maid steps then leaps to the arms of her lover

Slower and slower and slower the wheel swings

Lower and lower and lower the reel rings

Ere the reel and the wheel stop their ringing and moving

Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving

Merrily cheerily noiselessly whirring

Spins the wheel rings the wheel while the foot's stirring

Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing

Trills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing