When I was born September corn lay wasting in the sun
A poverty had ended and another had begun
Too soon the joyful day was seen an answer to their sighs
But before too long the wind blew strong
Fine sand into their eyes
When I was young and bells were rung the sound was wild and free
And boys there were from every fair to rise and follow me
From friends and home they far did roam and heard no silent lies
And before too long the wind blew strong
Fine sand into their eyes
But the chilling haze of December days soon darkened on the sky
And the soul I had became more sad to see the world pass by
From door to door I tried once more but much to my surprise
The wind was wrong and before too long
Fine sand was in my eyes
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