Go From My Window

A beautiful obsession
Like a moth to a flame, he returns
The window, and the rain
Have brought him back again …
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 harbouring 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
But you can’t have a harbouring here
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
And you can’t have a harbouring here
Go from my window my love, my dove
Go from my window my dear
The window and the rain have brought him back again
But you can’t have a harbouring here
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
He can’t have a harbouring here