Go From My Window

Go from my window, my love, my dove
Go from my window, my dear
For the wind is in the West and the cuckoo’s in his nest
And you can’t have a lodging here
Go from my window, my love, my dove
Go from my window, my dear
Oh, the weather it is warm, it will never do thee harm
And you can’t have a lodging here
Go from my window, my love, my dove
Go from my window, my dear
For the wind is blowing high and the ship is lying by
And you can’t have a harbouring here
Go from my window, my love, my dove
Go from my window, my dear
The wind and the rain have brought him back again
But he can’t have a harbouring here
Go from my window, my love, my dove
Go from my window, my dear
Oh, the devil’s in the man that he will not understand
He can’t have a harbouring here