[00:00.00] Take her to the river
[00:09.03]Call her a river-child
[00:15.03]Take her to the forest
[00:20.58]Call her a little wild
[00:25.98]Sell her to the gypsy
[00:31.29]For a jar of metal coins
[00:37.23]Take her to the mountain
[00:41.94]And thrust yourself
[00:44.28]Into her loins
[00:47.16]Calico
[00:53.25]Calico
[00:58.74]Calico
[01:03.51]Her lips are white as snow
[01:12.87]She moved to the mountains
[01:18.66]With a box all chiseled sharp
[01:23.91]She moved to the highlands
[01:29.49]With a box of books all dark
[01:34.92]I knew her in the city
[01:40.32]She and I would dance the night
[01:45.75]Drink the wine of dripping berries
[01:50.76]Toss the moon and count the lights
[01:56.31]Calico
[02:01.86]Calico
[02:07.44]Calico
[02:11.97]Her skin is soft as snow
[02:22.05]Take her to the river
[02:27.60]Call her a river-child
[02:33.09]Take her to the forest
[02:38.76]Call her a little wild

Take her to the river
Call her a river-child
Take her to the forest
Call her a little wild
Sell her to the gypsy
For a jar of metal coins
Take her to the mountain
And thrust yourself
Into her loins
Calico
Calico
Calico
Her lips are white as snow
She moved to the mountains
With a box all chiseled sharp
She moved to the highlands
With a box of books all dark
I knew her in the city
She and I would dance the night
Drink the wine of dripping berries
Toss the moon and count the lights
Calico
Calico
Calico
Her skin is soft as snow
Take her to the river
Call her a river-child
Take her to the forest
Call her a little wild