A Knock On The Roof Poem by Dannais dde Daneann

The night, the moon, and clouds in the sky,

My distant home is bright but not a truly high.

The night and crickets make spinning my head,

The long grass is calling me going ahead.



Chorus:

Yes! That is that! It's a knock on the roof!

It's something that no one deny or approve!

Yes! It's the voice of the long dewy grass!

From that side of us, from that side of us.


Yes! That is that! It's a knock on the roof!

It's something that no one deny or approve!

But! It's the time of a visible Moon,

Which is coming up soon, which is coming up soon.




Where the grass grew, a river is flowing

But color of fern is still living and growing.

A fog doesn't touch it, a fire doesn't burn.

But knock on the roof will never return...


Along with the river is spinning a smoke

And somewhere in attic I'm hearing a knock.

Snow will come early morning and I will have thirst...

But long grass is calling me going at first.



Chorus:

Yes! That is that! It's a knock on the roof!

It's something that no one deny or approve!

Yes! It's the voice of the long dewy grass!

From that side of us, from that side of us.


Yes! That is that! It's a knock on the roof!

It's something that no one deny or approve!

But! It's the time of a visible Moon,

Which is coming up soon, which is coming up soon.


Behind the long river in long dewy grass

From that side of us, from that side of us

The palm of my hand is covered with worse...

With wandering silently, misty white horse.