The Spinning Wheel Lyrics

The Spinning Wheel Lyrics

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning:
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning;
Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother, sitting,
Is croning, and moaning, and drowsily knitting.

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring,
Swings the wheel, spins the reel, while the foot's stirring,
Sprightly, and brightly, and merrily ringing,
Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.

"Eileen, achora, 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,
Swings the wheel, spins the reel, while the foot's stirring,
Sprightly, and brightly, and merrily 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,
We'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly."

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring,
Swings the wheel, spins the reel, while the foot's stirring,
Sprightly, and brightly, and merrily 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.