| Who’s that knocking at my window
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| Knocks so loud and won’t come in
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| It is your own true-hearted lover
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| Rise you up and let him in
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| Awake, awake, don’t wake my mother
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| Our love’s a thing she can’t endure
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| She’s been the ruin of many a lover
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| She’ll be the ruin of many more
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| I wish I was a little sparrow
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| I’d circle like a turtledove
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| I’d fly away to a lonely valley
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| And settle down in the land of love
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| Who’s that knocking at my window
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| Knocks so loud and won’t come in
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| It is your own true-hearted lover
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| Rise you up and let him in
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| Awake, awake, don’t wake my father
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| For he is on his bed of rest
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| And on his breast he carries a weapon
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| To kill the one that I love best
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| Who’s that knocking at my window
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| Knocks so loud and won’t come in
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| It is your own true-hearted lover
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| Rise you up… and let him in |