“Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night
till it be morrow.” – Juliet
Caledonia
Dougie MacLean
I don't know if you can see,
The changes that have come over me.
In these last few days I've been afraid,
That I might drift away.
So I've been telling old stories, singing songs,
That make me think about where I came from.
And that's the reason why I seem,
So far away today.
Oh, but let me tell you that I love you,
That I think about you all the time.
Caledonia you're calling me,
And now I'm going home.
If I should become a stranger,
You know that it would make me more than sad.
Caledonia's been everything,
I've ever had.
Now I have moved and I've kept on moving,
Proved the points that I needed proving.
Lost the friends that I needed losing,
Found others on the way.
I have kissed the ladies and left them crying,
Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying.
I have traveled hard with coattails flying,
Somewhere in the wind.
Oh, but let me tell you that I love you,
That I think about you all the time.
Caledonia you're calling me,
And now I'm going home.
If I should become a stranger,
You know that it would make me more than sad.
Caledonia's been everything,
I've ever had.
Now I'm sitting here before the fire,
The empty room, the forest choir.
The flames that could not get any higher,
They've withered now they've gone.
But I'm steady thinking my way is clear,
And I know what I will do tomorrow.
When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow,
Then I will disappear.
Caledonia, Live.