I remember Southfield Jenny from a long long time ago
Yes I remember Southfield Jenny; a warm face drifting in the snow
High above the cotton valley, river winding to the sea
Oh, I remember Southfield Jenny.
Thought she was the girl for me.

Blackbird song in deepest winter, flowers of a late, late spring
That to me is Southfield Jenny, a butterfly on a summer wing.
High above the cotton valley, river winding to the sea
Oh, I remember Southfield Jenny.
Thought she was the girl for me.

Times of sadness, times of longing, time to think of yesterday.
Why throw away the one you care for, come back Jenny here to stay.
High above the cotton valley, river winding to the sea
Oh, I remember Southfield Jenny.
Thought she was the girl for me.

I remember Southfield Jenny from a long long time ago
Yes I remember Southfield Jenny; a warm face drifting in the snow
High above the cotton valley, river winding to the sea
Oh, I remember Southfield Jenny.
Thought she was the girl for me.
 no I'm not to blame