[00:00.000] 作词 : Waller/Murphy
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Waller/Murphy
[00:09.351]Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
[00:15.373]Close by the window young Eileen is spinning
[00:21.142]Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother sitting
[00:26.663]Is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting.
[00:32.939]
[00:34.508]"Eileen, a chara, I hear someone tapping"
[00:40.531]"'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping"
[00:45.799]"Eily, I surely hear somebody sighing"
[00:51.577]"'Tis the sound mother dear of the autumn winds dying."
[00:57.879]
[00:59.460]Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring
[01:04.973]Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
[01:10.745]Spritely and lightly and merrily ringing
[01:16.258]Trills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.
[01:22.029]
[01:24.058]There's a form at the casement, the form of her true love
[01:29.337]And he whispers with face bent, I'm waiting for you love
[01:35.110]Get up from the stool, through the lattice step lightly
[01:40.629]And we'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly.
[01:46.898]
[01:48.402]The maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her fingers
[01:53.922]Steps up from the stool, longs to go and yet lingers
[02:01.028]A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother
[02:06.301]Puts her foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other
[02:12.315]
[02:14.114]Lazily, easily, now swings the wheel round
[02:19.634]Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound
[02:25.661]Noiseless and light to the lattice above her
[02:31.490]The maid creeps, then leaps to the arms of her lover.
[02:37.763]
[02:39.518]Slower... and slower... and slower the wheel swings
[02:46.024]Lower... and lower... and lower the reel rings
[02:52.810]Ere the reel and the wheel stop their ringing and moving
[02:59.611]Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving.

作词 : Waller/Murphy
作曲 : Waller/Murphy
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 crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting.
"Eileen, a chara, I hear someone tapping"
"'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping"
"Eily, I surely hear somebody sighing"
"'Tis the sound mother dear of the autumn winds dying."
Merrily, cheerily, noiselessly whirring
Swings the wheel, spins the wheel while the foot's stirring
Spritely and lightly and merrily ringing
Trills 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
And we'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly.
The maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her fingers
Steps up from the stool, longs to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother
Puts her foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other
Lazily, easily, now swings the wheel round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound
Noiseless and light to the lattice above her
The maid creeps, 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 stop their ringing and moving
Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving.