Paroles de Cotton Counting

They're burning in the harbour They come in winds a talkin' A freedom fighter But their noise is growing fainter with the years And no more the old mills A water wheel turning no more Young women look away Too bold to sit down and play But their song remains the same They're cotton counting Cotton counting Cotton counting the years away They're cotton counting Cotton counting Cotton counting the years away They're cotton counting the years They're cotton counting the years away