White
The almost full harvest moon
Radiates light 'pon cotton
Those fields ripe for full harvest
Which can produce many a ton
So many uses this product
Grown in Georgia fields 'tis best
Which can produce many a ton
Those fields ripe for full harvest
What about those lost human souls
Children of whom we are so fond
Those fields ripe for full harvest
Which can produce many a ton
Souls that long to become white
Souls no longer chained depressed
Which can produce many a ton
Those fields ripe for harvest
This is a mirrored refrain as explained
by Erich Goller on his work Understanding
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
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