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 İn The City
She And I Would Dance The Night
Drink The Wine Of Dripping Berries
Toss The Moon And Count The Lights