GERAINT

Open, dear Lady, the little red door— The little red door to me! Night is all cold and my feet are sore; I have made a long journey.

Leagues have I travelled, the mountains crossed Eager for love of thee; Lady, I fear that thy love is lost: Open thy heart to me!

Open thy heart and I will go in The red door silently; There I shall find what I seek to win, Dear Lady, thy love for me!