Here is the door
And who will ring the bell?
What shall we say?
Is she waking? Is she sleeping?
Sweet is the air
The moon is on the hill
Fair as the night
When they chose each other's keeping
I'll tell her this
That her loving is a losing
Why must we be choosing
To love what we must part with
I told her so
She was young and dreaming
Wanting something gleaming
To decorate her heart with
I'll tell her this
When her lover is a stranger
Loving is a danger
Because his heart is hidden
I told her so
On the day she met him
She would not forget him
And do as she was bidden
Here is the door
And who will ring the bell?
What shall we say?
Is she sleeping? Is she waking?
Just an hour ago
By the well in the meadow
She was made a widow
And bloody was the making
I'll tell her this
If there was another woman
That was something human
Leave him or abide him
I told her so
He was living fancy
Every Jane and Nancy
Found a place beside him
I'll tell her this
I heard her by the well
Talking with him
She was raging, she was weeping
Here is the door
And who will ring the bell?
What shall we say
If she swears that she was sleeping?
