HOÀNG-ÂN:  Go From My Window

Go from my window, my love, my dove
Go from my window, my dear,
For the wind is from the west
And the cuckoo's in her nest, 
And you cannot have a lodging here.

Go from my window, my love, my dove
Go from my window, my dear. 
For the weather it is warm
And it 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,
O the wind and the rain
have fetched him back again
But he cannot have a harboring here.

Go from my window, my love, my dove
Go from my window, my dear,
O the devil's in the moon and it is in the man
He will no understand that 
He cannot have a lodging here.

Go from my window, my love, my dove
Go from my window, my dear,
Time's bidding me to fare thee well.