One night as I lay on my bed, I dreamed about a pretty maid. I was so distressed, I could take no rest; Love did torment me so. So away to my true love I did go.
But when I came to my love's window, I boldly called her by her name, Saying, “It's for your sake I'm come here so late Through this bitter frost and snow. So it's open the window, my love, do.”
“My mam and dad are both awake And they are sure for to hear us speak. There'll be no excuse Then but sore abuse, Many bitter words and blows. So begone from my window, my love, do.”
“Your mam and dad are both asleep And they are sure not to hear us speak, For they're lying sound On their bed of down, And they draw they breath so low. So open the window, my love, do.”
My lover rose and she opened the door, Just like an angel standing before With her eyes shine bright And the stars gave light, No diamond dream shone so. So it's in with my true love I did go.
To the green bed I and my love did go. What we did there I'll not declare; No mortal man shall know Not so long as I this breath can draw.
But as my love was coming down the stair, My father he chanced for to hear. Saying, “Who is there That makes such ado, Who choose a-rattling so?” And it's, “Hark, father, how the winds do blow.”