There's a house on a hill by a rolldown weathered old mill. In the valley below where the river winds there's no such thing as hard times. And a soft southern flame oh Cotton Jenny's her name.
When first, I did appear upon this native soil. All up and down this country at labor I did toil. I slumbered in the moonlight and I rose with the sun.
All you need is time. All you need is time, time, time to make me bend. Give it a try, don't be rude. Put it to the test and I'll give it right back to you.
I came down through Albany to New York. To find what I'd been missin'. I looked across the river to the city. Where the windows all stood glistenin'. I stood listenin'.
Island goodbye, island goodbye. We been too long together, my island and I. 'Cross the blue sea, 'cross the blue sea. We been too long together, my island and me.
Rows of lights in a circle of steel. Where you place your bets on a great big wheel. High windows flickerin' down through the snow. A time you know. .
I'm sailing down the summer wind. I got whiskers on my chin. And I like the mood I'm in. As I while away the time of day. In the lee of Christian Island.
His father was a man who could never understand. The shame on a red man's face. So they lived in the hills and they never came down. But to trade in the white man's place.
I spent most of my life outside, in the driving rain. I was only trying to get by with some of life's amenities. Well, nothing's free, I got more than I bargained for.
All I can see is the sea and the sky. And the sky is blue and the sea is green. Yesterday's a cabaret. Gowns of satin on ladies gay. . Yesterday's a cabaret.