NIGHT VOICESFather, father, who is that a-whispering?Who is it who whispers in the wood?You say it is the breezeAs it sighs among the trees,But there's some one who whispers in thewood.Father, father, who is that a-murmuring?Who is it who murmurs in the night?You say it is the roarOf the wave upon the shore,But there's some one who murmurs in thenight.Father, father, who is that who laughsat us?Who is it who chuckles in the glen?Oh, father, let us go,For the light is burning low,And there's somebody laughing in theglen.Father, father, tell me what you're waitingfor,Tell me why your eyes are on thedoor.It is dark and it is late,But you sit so still and straight,Ever staring, ever smiling, at the door.
Father, father, who is that a-whispering?Who is it who whispers in the wood?You say it is the breezeAs it sighs among the trees,But there's some one who whispers in thewood.Father, father, who is that a-murmuring?Who is it who murmurs in the night?You say it is the roarOf the wave upon the shore,But there's some one who murmurs in thenight.Father, father, who is that who laughsat us?Who is it who chuckles in the glen?Oh, father, let us go,For the light is burning low,And there's somebody laughing in theglen.Father, father, tell me what you're waitingfor,Tell me why your eyes are on thedoor.It is dark and it is late,But you sit so still and straight,Ever staring, ever smiling, at the door.