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On my twenty-first day I came to Calico
They told me there was silver buried in her stone
Summer died in April before the flowers came
She will hold me here until I strike my dying day
I just keep on swinging, hold my hat brim low
Dig a little deeper and like a seed, I'm sown
She can break my spirit, back and arms and legs
Though I may not stand I'm not bowing to her King
They will tell you that your fortune lies this way
But don't believe the lies you're told
Spend a life time trying to dig an endless grave
For the ghosts of Calico
Hey Miss Lucy Bell Lane, why'd you have to go
I can hear your sweet song when the south wind blows
I won't forget your spirit and I won't forget your face
I'll be waiting for you if you come back some day
Take my last breath quickly, take it in my sleep
Take it when I'm dreaming of a life in San Martin
Everyone I know now's a dusty memory
I can hear the wolves delivering my eulogy
Oh Calico
- Álbum:
- The Modest Revolution
- Live at Saint Claire
- Whitelake
- Gutter Anthems
- Miscellaneous
- Cheers and Echoes: A 20 Year Retrospective (Disc 1)
- Highway to Highland - Celtic Sounds for the Party
- We Love Scottish Music
- Let The Wind Blow High
- Heuch !!
- Cheers and Echoes: A 20 Year Retrospective (Disc 2)
- Iron Brew
- The Canadian Celtic Connection
- Soapbox Heroes
- Northampton
- Broken Arms