Take her to the river
Call her a river child
Take her to the forest
Call her a little wild

Send her to the gypsy
Forge her of metal coins
Take her to the mountain
And thrust yourself into her loins

Calico
Calico
Calico
Fair lips as white as snow

She moved to the mountains
With a box of chiseled shark
She moved to the highlands
With a box of books so dark

I knew her in the city
She and I would dance the night
Drink the wine of dripping berries
Toast the moon and count the lights

Calico
Calico
Calico
Fair skin as soft as snow
Take her to the river
Call her a river child
Take her to the forest
Call her a little wild