Someone Came Knocking

Someone came knocking at my wee, small door

Someone came knocking, I'm sure, sure, sure

I listened, I opened, I looked to left and right

But no there was a stirring in the still, dark night

Only the busy beetle tap-tapping in the wall

Only from the forest the screech-owl's call

Only the cricket whistling while the dewdrops fall

So I know not who came knocking at all, at all, at all