Lyrics

Fields Of Cotton
words & melody Danielle Howle 1993 music Phillip Lamonds
& Mark Bryan

There’s a feeling here in fields of cotton
There’s a long, dark road that is not forgotten
There’s a stretch of stress-many hearts feeling low here
Look away, look away, my father once did

There’s blood out here in the soil on the cotton
There’s a long, dark road that is not forgotten
Can your soul still sing-many hearts feeling low here
Look away, look away my father once did

Mail boxes, time pieces please shut me down
The food is the thought and the thought’s in the ground
All of these people are leaving this place
Some go to hell and then some go to waste out there

Now your head may hang in the Sun of Sons
And your shoulders ache from working hard for so long
But then you see that day when it goes to town
You can start again plowing through the ground

Mail boxes, time pieces please shut me down
The food is the thought and the thought’s in the ground
All of these people are leaving this place
Some go to hell and then some go to waste out there

There’s a feeling here in fields of cotton
There’s a long, dark road that is not forgotten
There’s a stretch of stress-many hearts feeling low here
Look away, look away, my father once did

Go away to return, my father once did