Cotton Jenny

(Gordon Lightfoot)



There's a house on a hill by

A roll-down 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

And she wakes him up when the sun goes down

And the wheels of love go round.



Wheels of love go round, love go round

Love go round, joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend

But then the wheels go round.



When the new day begins

He goes down to the cotton gin

And he makes his time worthwhile till then

And then he climbs back up again.



And she waits by the door

Oh, Cotton Jenny he's sore

And she rubs his feet while the sun goes down

And the wheels of love go round.



Wheels of love go round, love go round

Love go round, joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend

But then the wheels go round.



Wheels of love go round love go round

Love go round, joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend

But then the wheels go round.



Wheels go round, wheels go round, love go round...