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Caledonia, My LoveCaledonia, my loveWon'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 |