Turn of the Screw - How beautiful it is

How beautiful it is!
Each day it seems more beautiful to me
And my darling children enchant me more and more
My first foolish fears are all vanished now
Those fluttering fears when I could not forget the letter
When I heard a far-off cry in the night
And once a faint footstep passed my door
Only one thing I wish
That I could see him
And that he could see how well I do his bidding
Ah, but for home, to these great trees
At home, at home
Alone, alone, tranquil, serene
Ah! 'Tis he!
No, no! Who is it? Who? Who? Who can it be?
Some servant? No, I know them all!
Who is it? Who? Who can it be?
Some curious stranger? But how could he get in?
Who is it? Who?
Some fearful madman locked away there?
Adventurer? Intruder?
Who is it? Who? Who? Who can it be?