I knew he would come if I waited

 I knew he would come if I waited,

Tho waiting, it caused me despair;

And I sat by the window and listened

To hear his first step on the stair:

For I knew he would come if I waited,

But anxiously I paced 'round the floor;

Oh, to see his own form on the threshold

As I hastened to open the door.

Would he come? But how dare I question

His faith fidness to his own word;

Would he dare not come at my calling?

Or was that his dear step that I heard?

Oh, I rush to the door for to meet him,

For to welcome him here after all,

For I knew he would come if I waited.

He would come to answer my call.

Yes, yes, it is he on the pavement,

He's coming, he's ringing the bell.

And my heart beats wild with rapture

Of a joy which I never can tell,

For I knew he would come if I waited,

Yes, he'd come at my call; joy, 0 joy,

What happiness it is to welcome

Just to welcome: "the messenger boy."