Lying to yourself and telling the world that you're fine Held like a captive entrapped by the wounds of the vines Seeing reflections of someone you don’t recognize These roots run deep If the woods could speak Caledonia Caledonia Climbing the hill tops And following overgrown tracks Each turn you take brings another old memory back Weak in the knee’s as the light through the leaves All goes black These roots run deep If the woods could speak Caledonia Caledonia You walk through the beauty The scars still remain Caledonia It’s the smell of the earth It’s the sound of birds It’s the way that the branches they sway back and forth You walk through the beauty The pain just gets worse You walk through the beauty You’re under its curse Caledonia