When I left the cotton fields, I swore never to return
I left behind the soil, the toil, the sun’s never-ending burn
I lived a life, I found a wife
Never walked barefoot again, in those fields of pain
But now I’m old, life is cold, so many years have taken its toll
Loved ones have passed, their voices gone, only their memories console
I now remember days of long ago, under the vast skies
Harvest moons that never ceased to shine
Now my heart, it begs to go, where those memories roam
For though I left the cotton fields, my spirit longs for home
In my dreams I walk dusty fields, feeling the earth
And though I swore never to return, it’s there where our spirits will meet.