‘Twas years ago when it all began.
The construction team with a farmer’s tan
erected something tall and bland:
my lovely cellar door.

Oh, the misery that she has seen!
Rain drops pelting on her screen,
the way she stands so long, so lean!
my tragic cellar door.

Her crystal knob, her cedar frame,
Beauty that drives a man insane.
But no other man but me can tame
my beautiful cellar door.

She’s seen me mad, she’s seen me kind
She’s seen dark corners of my mind
But no one knows what lies behind
my locked-up cellar door.

I look at her, we both laugh out loud
As if we had a secret to shroud
But the solemn truth can’t be said aloud
my quiet cellar door.

My door she has a story to tell,
the secrets she keeps will drag her to hell:
the things she has seen as twilight’s dusk fell
my troubled cellar door.