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Lyrics for CottonMill
CottonMill
From Here's A Little Song
(Holly Tashian & Roberta Gordon, Poodle Paw Music, ASCAP/Barry Boy Songs, BMI)
Years ago a letter came from far across the sea
Saying come orphan child to the land of the free
No more shall you be homeless, I'll pay your daily bread
Come to the great america, a place to lay your head
Oh cottonmill
Ooo
Though I am only 12 years old, my eyes are growing dim
My hands, I've worked them to the bone; my face is pale and thin
and every hour is like a day, each day a year goes by
I wither in the gloomy light, alone I sit and cry
Chorus: Oh, cottonmill, you'll never be my home
Seems I've worked a hundred years, I'll work a hundred more
Oh, cottonmill, you rob me of my soul
I'll never see the sun come up behind your cold prison doors
Oh cottonmill
Ooo
Now I live my life in shame, no one knows my name
No freedom at the cottonmill, my journey was in vain
If I could only fly away, no more to weave and sew
I'd warn the child who follows me of loneliness and woe
Chorus: Oh, cottonmill, you'll never be my home
Seems I've worked a hundred years, I'll work a hundred more
Oh, cottonmill, you rob me of my soul
I'll never see the sun come up behind your cold prison doors
Oh cottonmill
Oh cottonmill
Oh cottonmill
Ooo
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