Calico man, don't you worry. 
When I have to drop your hand. 
As I have to leave this city,
But I'll likely come again. 
You don't have to tell your sisters,
they don't want to watch you wait.
But I have shouted from each corner,
that I might never love again.
Oh new baby what are hurry?
and all the words you always say.
But at this distance you go blurry,
unless you never go away.
You don't have to tell your mother,
she don't want to see you sad. 
I won't hold it from another,
that I might never love again.