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 you 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.