The Spinningwheel Lyrics - John Mcdermott

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning 

Close to the window yound Eileen is spinning 

Bent over the fire her blind grandmother sitting 

Is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting 

Eileen achara I hear someone tapping 

'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping 

Eilly I surely hear somebody sighing 

'Tis the sound mother dear of the summer 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 

What's that noise I hear at the window I wonder 

'Tis the little birds chirping the holly bush under 

What makes you be shovin' and moving your stool on 

And singing all wrong that old song of the coolin' 

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 on your 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 wheel while the foot's stirring 

Sprightly and brightly and airily ringing 

Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing 

The maid shakes her head on her lips lays her fingers 

Steals up from her seat longs to go and yet lingers 

A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother 

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

Lazily, easily swings now the wheel round 

Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound 

Noisless and light to the lattice above 

The maid steps then leap to the arms of her lover 

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 stopped there ringing and moving 

Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving