Father, father, who is that a-whispering?
Who is it who whispers in the wood?
You say it is the breeze
As it sighs among the trees,
But there's some one who whispers in the v wood.
Father, father, who is that a-murmuring?
Who is it who murmurs in the night?
You say it is the roar
Of the wave upon the shore,
But there's some one who murmurs in the
Father, father, who is that who laughs
Who is it who chuckles in the glen?
Oh, father, let us go,
For the light is burning low,
And there's somebody laughing in the
Father, father, tell me what you're waiting
Tell me why your eyes are on the
It is dark and it is late,
But you sit so still and straight,
Ever staring, ever smiling, at the door.