Someone came knocking at my wee small door,
Someone came knocking, I'm sure sure sure.
I listened, I opened, I looked to left and right,
But nought there was a stirring in the still dark night.
Only the busy beetle tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest the screech owl's call,
Only the cricket whistling while the dew drops fall,
So I know not who came knocking, at all, at all, at all.