Caledonia, my love, won't you come to me?
12 pieces of silver 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?
12 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?
12 pieces of silver and gold in your teeth
Said the mother and 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?
12 pieces of silver and gold in your teeth
Said the lonely child, little Rosalie
Freedom ain't nothing unless you've been free
