[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