John Jeffreys - Who Is at My Window?

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Who is at my window? Who? Who?
Go from my window! Go! Go!
Who calls there, like a stranger
Go from my window! Go!

"Lord, I am here, a wretched mortal
That for thy mercy does cry and call
Unto thee, my lord celestial
See who is at thy window, who?"

Remember thy sin, and also thy smart
And also for thee what was my part
Remember the spear that pierced my heart
And in at my door thou shall go

I ask no thing of thee therefore
But love for love, to lay in store
Give me thy heart, I ask no more
And in at my door thou shall go

Who is at my window? Who?
Go from my window! Go!
Cry no more there, like a stranger
But in at my door thou go!

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John Jeffreys (1927-2010) was born to Welsh parents in Thanet, Kent, and composed very much in a traditional English pastoral vein. Unable to receive much recognition in the 1970s, he destroyed much of his music and worked as a garden designer for council housing, writing a couple of books on the subject. However, in the following decade, he found a tape of his works and was able to reconstruct some of his music.