Why Did He Choose To Come To My Door

Why Did He Choose To Come To My
Door, The Wandering Youth, When The
Day Dawned?
As I Come In And Out I Pass By Him
Every Time, And My Eyes Are Caught By
His Face.
I Know Not If I Should Speak To Him
Or Keep Silent. Why Did He Choose To
Come To My Door?
The Cloudy Nights In July Are Dark;
The Sky Is Soft Blue In The Autumn; The
Spring Days Are Restless With The South
Wind.
He Weaves His Songs With Fresh
Tunes Every Time.
I Turn From My Work And My Eyes
Fill With The Mist. Why Did He Choose
To Come To My Door?