Song of the Wheel

My dear spinning wheel, my white reel,

I love you more than gold and silver.

You give me everything - milk, butter and flour,

a happy home, and clothing.

I love you more than gold and silver,

my dear spinning wheel, my white reel.

My dear spinning wheel, my white reel,

you start singing at dawn with the birds.

Summer and winter, hemp or fine wool,

you load the spindles.

You start singing at dawn with the birds,

my dear spinning wheel, my white reel.

My dear spinning wheel, my white reel,

you will spin my narrow shroud for me

when, near death and with back bent,

I make my cold eternal bed.

You will spin my narrow shroud

for my dear spinning wheel, my white reel.