Who's that knocking at my window
Knocks so loud and won't come in
It is your own true-hearted lover
Rise you up and let him in

Awake, awake, don't wake my mother
Our love's a thing she can't endure
She's been the ruin of many a lover
She'll be the ruin of many more

Awake, awake, don't wake my father
For he is on his bed of rest
And on his breast he carries a weapon
To kill the one that I love best

I wish I was a little sparrow
I'd circle like a turtledove
I'd fly away to a lonely valley
And settle down in the land of love