I stand in the dark, I beat on the door:
Death, let me in, Death, let me in!
Thro' storm am I come, I find you before;
Death, let me in!
For him that is sweet, for him that is small,
I beat on the door, I cry and I call,
Death, let me in!

He was my 'bough of the almond-tree fair;
Death, let me in!
You brake it; it whitens no more by the stair;
Death, let me in!
He was my lamp in the house of the Lord:
You quench'd it, and left mc this dark and the sword;
Death, Death, Death, let me in!

I that was rich, do ask you for alms,
I, that was full, uplift empty palms.
Back to me now give the child that I had,
Give to my arms my sweet little lad.
Death, Death, let me in!

Are you grown so deaf that you cannot hear?
Let me in!
Unclose the dim eye, unstop the dull ear;
Let me in!
I will call so loud, I will cry so sore,
You must in pity come open the door;
Death! Death! let me in