Traditional 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
Traditional 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
