Mellow the moonlight to is beginning Close by the window Eileen is spinning Bent o'er the fire her grand grandmother is crooning and moaning and knitting.
cho: Merrily noisily whirring the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring Sprightly and lightly and merrily Sounds the voice of the young maiden singing.
Eileen, a chara, I hear tapping 'Tis the ivy mother against the glass flapping Eileen, I surely somebody sighing 'Tis the sound mother of the autumn winds dying.
a form at the casement, the form of her true love And he whispers face bent, I'm waiting for you love Get up on the stool, the lattice step lightly And rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly.
cho: cheerily noisily whirring Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the stirring Sprightly and lightly and merrily Sounds the sweet voice of the young singing.
The maid shakes her head, on her lays her fingers Steals up the seat, longs to go and yet lingers A frightened turns to her drowsy grandmother one foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other
Lazily, easily, now the wheel round and lowly is heard now the reel's sound Noiseless and light to the lattice her The maid steps, then leaps to the of her lover.
Slower and slower, and slower the wheel Lower and lower, and the reel rings there the reel and the wheel stop their and moving The the young lovers by moonlight are roving.