Cotton Counting - The Railway Children

They’re burning in the harbor

They come in winds a-talking

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