| C | G | |
| I don't know if | you can see, |
| Am | F | |
| The | changes that have come | over me. |
| C | G | |
| In these | last few days I've | been afraid, |
| Am | F | |
| That I | might drift | away. |
| C | G | |
| I've been | telling stories, | singing songs, |
| Am | F | |
| That | make me think about | where I come from. |
| C | G | |
| That's the reason | why I seem |
| Am | F | |
| So | far away | today. |
| (Chorus) |
| C | G | |
| Let me tell you that I | love you, |
| Am | F | |
| That I | think about you all the | time. |
| C | |
| Caledonia you're | calling me, |
| G | C | |
| Now I'm | going | home. |
| C | G | |
| But | if I shall become a | stranger, |
| Am | F | |
| Know that | it would make me more than | sad, |
| G | C | |
| Caledonia's been | everything I've ever | had. |
| Now I have moved and 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 lads and left them crying, |
| Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying, |
| I have travelled hard sometimes with conscience |
| flying, |
| Somewhere in the wind. |
| (Chorus) |
| Now I'm sitting here before the fire, |
| The empty room, a forest choir, |
| The flames have cooled. don't 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 hands have shaken, the kisses flowed, |
| Then I will disappear. |
| (Chorus) |