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!