caledonia, my love

caledonia

my love

won't you come to me?

twelve pieces of silver

and gold in your teeth

said good king john

many fathoms deep

from the fire of the morning

to the blood of the evening

caledonia

my love

won't you come to me?

twelve pieces of silver

and gold in your teeth

said the wandering one

with the dark-eyed hue

he lives in wild places

and he don't love you

and all the baddest of the angels

sit and cry for nothing

then some die in the rushes

caledonia

my love

won't you come to me?

twelve pieces of silver

and gold in your teeth

said the mother and the father

with a child of three

freedom ain't nothing

when you've never been free

caledonia

my love

won't you come to me?

twelve pieces of silver

and gold in your teeth

said the lonely child

little rosalee

freedom ain't nothing

unless you've been free