The Spinningwheel

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所属专辑:When I Grow Too Old To Dream

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@migu music@

The Spinningwheel - 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

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