Letras
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
But he will not understand
That he can't have a lodging here
Fair thee well
But he can't have a lodging here