Open the door softly I've something to tell you dear Open it no wider Than the crack upon the floor Open the door softly I've something to tell you dear. Warm summer grasses Have whispered it to your ears Skeins of silver water Ask you patiently to hear T all lonely timbers Have taught it to the deer. Sad winds in autumn Will tell you as they pass by Wild geese flying eastward Leave their music in the sky Listen at evening And answer the curlews cry. Open the door softly Eve something to tell you dear Open it no wider Than the crack upon the floor Open the door softly I've something to tell you dear
