Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning

Close by the window young Eileen is spinning

Bent over the fire, her blind grandmother sitting

Is croaning and moaning and drowsily knitting

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring

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

Sprightly and lightly and airily ringing

Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing

Lazily, easily, swings now 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 stopped their ringing and moving

Through the grove, the young lovers by moonlight are roving

Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring

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

Sprightly and lightly and airily ringing

Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing