Copyright, 1890, by Balmer & Weber Music House Co.
Words by Wordsworth. Music partly adapted from "Curschman" by C. Remlab.
Swiftly turn the murm'ring wheel, swiftly turn the murm'ring wheel!
Night has brought the welcome hour, when the weary fingers feel
Help as if from fairy power, dewy night o'ershadows the ground;-
Turn the swift wheel round and round, round and round, round and round,
Turn the swift wheel round and round, turn the wheel around.
Now, beneath the starry sky-now, beneath the starry sky,
Couch the widely-scattered sheep; ply the pleasant labor, ply!
For the spindle, while they sleep, runs with speed more smooth and fine,
Gath'ring up a trustier line, trustier line, trustier line;
Gath'ring up a trustier line, up a trustier line.
Short-lived likings may be bred, short-lived likings may be bred
By a glance from fickle eyes; but true love is like the thread,
Which the kindly wool supplies when the flocks are all at rest.
Sleeping on the mountains' breast, mountains' breast, mountains' breast,
Sleeping on the mountains' breast, on the mountains.