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InteGRATion into
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Singing&Sounding keeps me Sound
Go from my window, my love, my love
| 2007_07_27 Go from my window, my love |
Old
English folksong |
the
version I learnt from an Alfred-Deller record in the sixties |
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Go from my window, my love, my love,
Go from my window, my dear.
For the wind is in the West
and the cuckoo's in his nest
And you can't have a lodging here.
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The tune – but a bit different
from the one I know: Go From My Window (i) England. This song is known from the 16th century. This tune is one of the earliest versions published. |
The same website
of English folksongs plays also another tune which is almost the same as mine. The author says, he likes this "best". Go From My Window (2) England. This tune is from Norfolk, England. |
| Eliza Carthy sings Go from My Window Go from my window, my love, my dove, Go from my window, my dear. Oh the weather it is warm It will never do you harm And you won't have a welcome here. Go from my window, my love, my dove, Go from my window, my dear. For the wind is blowing nigh And our ship is lying by And you won't find a harbouring here. Go from my window, my love, my dove, Go from my window, my dear. Oh the devil's in the man That will not understand That he won't find a lodging here. Go from my window, my love, my dove, Go from my window, my dear. For the wind is in the west And the cuckoo's in his nest And you won't have a welcome here. |
Tim Hart sings Come to My Window Come to my window, my love, my dove, Come to my window, my dear. There's nothing I can do but to sit and wait for you And you'll find a welcome here. Come to my window, my love, my dove, Come to my window, my dear. Like a river to the sea you will find your way to me And you'll find me waiting here. Come to my window, my love, my dove, Come to my window, my dear. Like the moon across the sky you look happier by and by And you'll find me waiting here. Come to my window, my love, my dove, Come to my window, my dear. Like the wind and like the rain you'll be coming back again And you'll find me waiting here. Come to my window, my love, my dove, Come to my window, my dear. There's nothing I can do but to sit and wait for you |
Steeleye Span' version of Go from My Window 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 |
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Appendix to the
last page about Mika's Heaven on Earth:
continuation
of "8 months trailer" : a selection of Immanuel's photos
November 2010
Immanuel with Micha and Arnon, mountain-biking together
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 Finally all the bureaucracy has been overcome and Mika's room is in the process of being implanted in the purchased flat at Shoham Simpler inserts, like a composition of shelves in the corner next to the dining-table, Immanuel accomplishes himself |
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December 2010
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two
of Mika's best friends (outside kindergarden), Ronni and Gal, join Mika for a picnic with her parents |
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Problems
of Immanuel, the pilot: Snow and Ice on the lanes ["taxiways"?] of New-York Airport |
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January 2011
Immanuel , as usual at this season, meets with
his stepsiblings in the Alps for skiing
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January 23, 2011
 A fantastic birthday present for Immanuel from Efrat, his wife: to take part in the cooking of their cherish TV "Master-Chef", Eyal Shani, who seems to be in contact with every cell of every organism that finds its way into his kitchen |
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 to the right: Eyal Shani himself |
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 Having the priviledge to cook with a master-chef is not cheap, but the dinner itself, together with the spouse, is free |
continuation in Song-Game 2007_07_28