The Spinning Wheel

The Spinning Wheel - The Hobbit Boys

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning

Close by the window young Eileen is spinning

Bent the fire her blind grandmother sitting

Is crooning and morning and drowsily knitting

Merrily cheerily noiselessly whirring

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

Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing

Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing

Eileen a chara I hear someone tapping

It is the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping

Eileen I surely hear somebody sighing

It is the sounds mother dear of the autumn winds dying

Merrily cheerily noiselessly whirring

Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring

Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing

Thrills 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 shining brightly

Merrily cheerily noiselessly whirring

Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring

Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing

Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing

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

Through the grove the young lovers

By moonlight are roving