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
