The Visitors
I hear the door - bell ring and suddenly the panic takes me
The sound so ominously tearing through the silence
I cannot move, I′m standing
Numb and frozen
Among the things I love so dearly
The books, the paintings and the furniture
Help me...
The signal′s sounding once again and someone tries the doorknob
None of my friends would be so stupidly impatient
And they don′t dare to come here
Anymore now
But how I loved our secret meetings
We talked and talked in quiet voices
Smiling...
Now I hear them moving
Muffled noises coming through the door
I feel I′m
Crackin′ up
Voices growing...
'It's my garden,' says the Giant. 'People must understand. Nobody can play here - only me!'So the children leave, and the Selfish Giant puts a wall around his garden. After that, it's always winter there.Later, the Giant feels sorry for a young boy in the snow. He knocks down the garden wall - and the children, and the spring, come back. But where is the young boy now? And how can the Giant find him again? The Giant Come Home Every afternoon, when school finishes, the children play in the Giant's garden...