A dark green front door with a brass knocker, framed by autumn leaves

Three Little Knocks

Twelve years, three house moves, and the same three knocks at the door. A wife turns the little sound that means Tom is home into an anniversary song.

Three Little Knocks

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Lyrics

We had two rooms above a shop A front door painted green Your work boots on the landing And my coat across your knee The bell had never worked at all You said you'd have a look But you came home that Friday With three knocks against the wood

Three moves later, different street I hear that little beat

Three little knocks And I know it's you I leave what I'm doing Like I used to do Twelve years and a thousand Plans to get through Three little knocks And I still go to you

You come in with the shopping Ask me how the meeting went You remember who I'm cross with Though you've never met my friends Our daughter runs ahead of you Your big shoes on her feet She knocks three times upon the wall And you pretend to be asleep

You pull her up, she steals your chair I love the two of you right there

Three little knocks And I know it's you I leave what I'm doing Like I used to do Twelve years and a thousand Plans to get through Three little knocks And I still go to you

Tom, we haven't made the booking And the sitter's caught the flu So put the dinner in the oven I'll put something on for you You turn to ask me what I'm smiling at Come here, I'll tell you why Of all the things I hoped we'd have I didn't know we'd have this life

Three little knocks And I know it's you I leave what I'm doing Like I used to do Twelve years and a thousand Plans to get through Three little knocks And I still go to you

Tom, I still go to you Three little knocks And I'm coming through