文本歌词

Spinning Wheel - Nana Mouskouri
Mellow the moonlight
To shine is beginning
Close by the window
Young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the fire her grand
Grandmother sitting
Is crooning and moaning
And drowsily knitting
Merrily cheerily noisily whirring
Swings the wheel spins
The wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing
Sounds the sweet voice of
The young maiden singing
Eileen a chara
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
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 the stool through
The lattice step lightly
And we'll rove in the grove while
The moon's shining brightly
Merrily cheerily noisily whirring
Swings the wheel spins
The wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing
Sounds the sweet voice of
The young maiden singing
The maid shakes her head
On her lips lays her fingers
Steals up from the 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
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
There the reel and the wheel
Stop their spinning and moving
The grove the young lovers
By moonlight are roving