Benjamin Britten — The Tower

How beautiful it is Each day it seems more beautiful to me And my darling children enchant me More and more My first foolish fears Are all vanished now Are all banished now - Those fluttering fears When I could not forget the letter - When I heard a far off cry in the night - And once a faint footstep passed My door Only one thing I wish That I could see him - And that he could see how well I do his bidding The birds fly home to these great trees Here too I am at home Alone, tranquil, serene Ha! 'Tis he! No! No! Who is it? Who? Who can it be? Some servant - No! I know them all Who is it who? Who can it be? Some curious stranger? But how did he get in? Who is it, who? Some fearful madman Locked away there? Adventurer? Intruder? Who is it, who? Who can it be?