While slowly the windmills go whirling around—
Go whirling around—go whirling around.
Far over the water the sails are furled
And the stars peep out on a sleepy world;
The moo cows moo softly beneath the trees
And the white sheep drowse in the evening breeze,
While slowly the windmills go whirling around—
Go whirling around—go whirling around.
Far over the water comes down the night,
Fading and fading the silvery light,