A hand that drips with myrrh
Is knocking at the door!
The waiting time is o’er,
Be glad, look up and see
How splendid is a dream come true—
‘Tis he! ‘Tis he!
(During the latter part of the song, the back door opens and the father and mother enter, stooped beneath heavy packs.)
Mother
What’s this, eh? Howling like a dog in heat,
Snout to the moon! And not a bite to eat,