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Your friend was at my door He has crossed the unknown sea and brought your call to my home The night is dark and my heart is full But I will turn on the light, open the gate and bow to him my welcome After all it's your friend that stands at my door I'll worship with folded hands and with tears I'll worship placing at his feet the treasures of my life And he'll go back with his job done Leaving a dark shadow on my morning And in my lonely home Only my lonely self will remain As if it were an offering to you