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When the days are sad and long,
I just keep wandering on,
To the place I hear a call,
Because the one I love is there;
Back to the fields of cotton
To hear a Creole love song.
When the days are sad and long,
I just keep wandering on,
To the place I hear a call,
Because the one I love is there;
Back to the fields of cotton
To hear a Creole love song.