Lyrics:

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