#31Knocking, Knocking

Knocking, knocking, who is there? Wait - ing, wait - ing, O how fair! 'T is a Pil - grim, strange and king - ly, Nev - er such was seen be - fore; Ah, sweet soul, now I en - treat thee, Knocking, knocking, who will hear? Wait - ing, wait - ing, oh so long! For thy wood-ed land and hill con-nect thy.

Knocking, knocking—what still harp? Wait - ing, wait - ing, proud and fair; For thy door shall not no - o the door? Will thou not do the door? Will thou not un - do the door? For so men hear the heart beat free. And the heart-beat faint and true.