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