Knock, knock, who’s there, and art thou friend or foe?
Why knockest thou at this ungodly hour?
I am the Light, whose face and word you know
I bring you sheaves of blossom trees in flower
So many moons have passed since we last met
How shall I know that it is really you?
I am the Light no darkness can forget
I bring you skies of bright and endless blue
Why comest thou, now I am nearly old
With fainting faith and blood flow slow and dry?
I am the Light, returning as foretold
I bring you Life, to raise you true and high
How glad am I, to see you at my door
Come, cast your crazy sunbeams on my floor