"Gone Like The Cotton" lyrics
(originally by The Cox Family)
A dream she recalls when they were first married
A home and children to raise
The work of her smile and the faith that she carried
Is a blessing that still gives today
When duty called, he was yielded and callous
But for her love, his only displayed
He weathered his storms in a church house, he'd tell us
And at his table, for God's grace, he'd pray
Now they're gone just like the cotton
And their valley's a field full of stone
No hearth to burn, the home fires they kindle
And the light from their window is still
Gone but never forgotten
Their words carve a silent appeal
I long to return to your daddy and mama
And someday you know I will
Time is always a treasure
When we seem so far away
And my heart aches for life's simple pleasures
I'll go down that old lane
That I'll walk through my memories
Until I can come home to stay
Gone just like the cotton
And their valley's a field full of stone
No hearth to burn, the home fires they kindle
And the light from their window is still
Gone but never forgotten
Their words carve a silent appeal
I long to return to your daddy and mama
And someday you know I will
A home and children to raise
The work of her smile and the faith that she carried
Is a blessing that still gives today
When duty called, he was yielded and callous
But for her love, his only displayed
He weathered his storms in a church house, he'd tell us
And at his table, for God's grace, he'd pray
Now they're gone just like the cotton
And their valley's a field full of stone
No hearth to burn, the home fires they kindle
And the light from their window is still
Gone but never forgotten
Their words carve a silent appeal
I long to return to your daddy and mama
And someday you know I will
Time is always a treasure
When we seem so far away
And my heart aches for life's simple pleasures
I'll go down that old lane
That I'll walk through my memories
Until I can come home to stay
Gone just like the cotton
And their valley's a field full of stone
No hearth to burn, the home fires they kindle
And the light from their window is still
Gone but never forgotten
Their words carve a silent appeal
I long to return to your daddy and mama
And someday you know I will
