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 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 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 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 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