go from my window (my dear)

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.

Go from my window, my love, my dove,
Go from my window, my dear,
O the weather it is warm, it will never do thee harm.

Go from my window, my love, my dove,
Go from my window, my dear,
The wind is blowing high, and the ship is lying by.

Go from my window, my love, my dove,
Go from my window, my dear,
The wind and the rain have brought him back again.

Go from my window, my love, my dove,
Go from my window, my dear,
The devil’s in the man, that he will not understand.

 

Go from my Window. 
fragments of a folk song, the origin of which seems to be obscure. Some say from the 16th century.  I have omitted the last line of each verse, “And you can’t have a lodging here”, because this song brings me home to somebody I miss dearly.

 

Go from my Window

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