I think everyone has a song that they love above all others. The one song that they have myriad versions of stored around the place. That song for me is the traditional Irish song “The Spinning Wheel”.
Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent o’er the fire her blind grandmother sitting
Crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting.
Merrily cheerily noiselessly whirring
Spins the wheel, rings 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.
What’s the noise I hear at the window I wonder?
‘Tis the little birds chirping, the holly-bush under
What makes you shoving and moving your stool on
And singing all wrong the 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 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 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
Ere the reel and the wheel stop their ringing and moving
Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving.
I first heard “The Spinning Wheel” when I was about six. It was on an LP my dad had of Australian bush balladeer Denis Gibbons. The album had songs like “Botany Bay” and “Click Go the Shears” but it also had “The Spinning Wheel”. Denis had a voice like a rusty gate hinge, but something about the tune and the lyrics wove an enchantment around me. I would play that album for hours, just waiting from “The Spinning Wheel” to come up again.
I found Denis Gibbons recently on iTunes, but alas, “The Spinning Wheel” isn’t available. Not that I mind much. I already have three versions of the song. A Foster and Allen version that omits the second and fourth verses, a full orchestral version, and my personal favourite, a tranquility arrangement by Phil Coulter.
This last is eerily beautiful. I can imagine it being played in the Hollow Hills by Faerie bards. Soothing and gentle, yet wreathed in magic. The way I feel the song was always meant to be. It’s very much the song of my soul.
What is your soul song?
Scotland The Brave, on the pipes
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