There is a place that I know; it's beauty knows no end,
Where the mountains and the forest greet the sky,
And one thing that I know, no matter where I roam: I will pray for Caledonia 'til I die.

Though my eyes should grow dim and my ears hear no more, there is nothing can defeat this heartfelt cry,
Though I live in this world a hundred years or more, I will pray for Caledonia 'til I die.

Now a maiden there is fair, as pure as any dove,
And a man still lives with passion in his eye,
And they're proud of what they were and once again shall be,
I will pray for Caledonia 'til I die.

Though my eyes should grow dim and my ears hear no more, there is nothing can defeat this heartfelt cry,
Though I live in this world a hundred years or more, I will pray for Caledonia 'til I die.

Now the saints of old were bold,
Its heroes brave and strong, and they taught each one of us to try and try,
And you're loved for who you are in the sight of God above,
I will pray for Caledonia 'til I die.

Though my eyes should grow dim and my ears hear no more, there is nothing can defeat this heartfelt cry,
Though I live in this world a hundred years or more, I will pray for Caledonia 'til I die.

I will pray for Caledonia 'til I'
Pray for Caledonia 'til I'
Pray for Caledonia 'til I die.