Show I 1 the voice at the door amer sings at the door oh its up my heart and away om am this empty house of bovo I ovo with its it mist of yester yesterday dayt abroad is a glad wild wind and riot of blossoming bloss oming and the room where we sit Is dull a cheerless wid and sunless thing now mow throw we the casern int wide and hear and heed and obey life 1 Is loud on the hills and the harle i quin blooms are gay let us its out from shrouded place an aa long caged birda may wing the wlter winter hath known our tears but now in the steps of spring summer sings at tho the door or nr mourner of love no more but lover of life I 1 stay 11 the red blood falls to leap and joy Is a thing gone gray I 1 come from a haunted house my grief to your winds I 1 fling oh earth of the mother heartt heart be good to the soul I 1 bring hear your peace in her voice your call in her roundelay summer sings at the door metropolitan |