Go From My Window - June Tabor

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 her nest

And you can’t have a lodging here

Go from my window, my love, my dove

Go from my window, my dear

For the weather it is warm, it will never do you 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 rising 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

Oh, the wind and the rain have fetched 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

That he can’t have a lodging here

Fare thee well

That he can’t have a lodging here