作词 : Stewart, Stewart I was forced to wander because that I was poor And to leave the hills of Caledonia seemed more than I could endure And when that I was travellin oh what thought came to my mind That I had never seen her beauty til she was far behind
Ferry me over, ferry me there To leave the hills of Caledonia, is more than the heart can bear
When lost in distant days gone bywhere the simple joys I'd know The foreign winds cried "Caledonia it's time you were goin home" So I will find the tallest ship that's ever faced the foam And I will sail to Caledonia for Caledonia's my home
cho Ferry me over, ferry me there To leave the hills of Caledonia, is more than the heart can bear
By some friend or neighbor's side where the fires of love burn bright With songs and stories I'll share my adventurin' until the mornin light And should some young man ask of me "Is it brave or wise to roam" I'd bid him range the wide world over the better to know his own home
I was forced to wander because that I was poor And to leave the hills of Caledonia seemed more than I could endure And when that I was travellin' oh what thought came to my mind That I had never seen her beauty til she was far behind
作词 : Stewart, Stewart I was forced to wander because that I was poor And to leave the hills of Caledonia seemed more than I could endure And when that I was travellin oh what thought came to my mind That I had never seen her beauty til she was far behind
Ferry me over, ferry me there To leave the hills of Caledonia, is more than the heart can bear
When lost in distant days gone bywhere the simple joys I'd know The foreign winds cried "Caledonia it's time you were goin home" So I will find the tallest ship that's ever faced the foam And I will sail to Caledonia for Caledonia's my home
cho Ferry me over, ferry me there To leave the hills of Caledonia, is more than the heart can bear
By some friend or neighbor's side where the fires of love burn bright With songs and stories I'll share my adventurin' until the mornin light And should some young man ask of me "Is it brave or wise to roam" I'd bid him range the wide world over the better to know his own home
I was forced to wander because that I was poor And to leave the hills of Caledonia seemed more than I could endure And when that I was travellin' oh what thought came to my mind That I had never seen her beauty til she was far behind