| I don’t know if you can see,
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| The changes that have come over me.
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| In these last few days I’ve been afraid,
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| That I might drift away.
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| I’ve been telling stories, singing songs,
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| That make me think about where I come from.
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| That’s the reason why I seem
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| So far away today.
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| (Chorus)
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| Let me tell you that I love you,
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| That I think about you all the time.
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| Caledonia you’re calling me,
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| Now I’m going home.
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| But if I shall become a stranger,
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| Know that it would make me more than sad,
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| Caledonia’s been everything I’ve ever had.
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| Now I have moved and kept on moving,
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| Proved the points that I needed proving,
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| Lost the friends that I needed losing,
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| Found others on the way.
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| I have kissed the lads and left them crying,
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| Stolen dreams, yes there’s no denying,
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| I have travelled hard sometimes with conscience
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| flying,
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| Somewhere in the wind.
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| (Chorus)
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| Now I’m sitting here before the fire,
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| The empty room, a forest choir,
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| The flames have cooled. |
| don’t get any higher,
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| They’ve withered now they’ve gone.
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| But I’m steady thinking my way is clear,
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| And I know what I will do tomorrow,
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| When hands have shaken, the kisses flowed,
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| Then I will disappear.
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| (Chorus) |