How beautiful it is
Each day it seems more beautiful to me
And my darling children enchant me
More and more
My first foolish fears
Are all vanished now
Are all banished now -
Those fluttering fears
When I could not forget the letter -
When I heard a far off cry in the night -
And once a faint footstep passed
My door
Only one thing I wish
That I could see him -
And that he could see how well
I do his bidding
The birds fly home to these great trees
Here too I am at home
Alone, tranquil, serene
Ha! 'Tis he!
No! No! Who is it?
Who? Who can it be?
Some servant -
No! I know them all
Who is it who?
Who can it be?
Some curious stranger?
But how did he get in?
Who is it, who?
Some fearful madman
Locked away there?
Adventurer? Intruder?
Who is it, who?
Who can it be?