Open the Door Softly

Open the door softly, I've something to tell you dear,
Open it up no wider than the crack upon the floor;
Open the door softly, I've something to tell you dear.

Warm summer grasses have whispered it to your ear;
Skeins of shining water ask you patiently to hear;
Tall lonely timbers have taught it to the deer.

Sad winds at autumn will tell you as they pass by;
Wild geese flying eastward, leave their music in the sky;
Listen at evening, and answer the wild birds' cry.

Open the door softly, I've something to tell you dear.