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