Parade - The Old Red Hills Of Home lyrics
rate meYOUNG SOLDIER:<br />
Farewell, my Lila<br />
I'll write every evening<br />
I've carved our names<br />
In the trunk of this tree<br />
Farewell, my Lila<br />
I miss you already<br />
And dream of the day<br />
When I'll hold you again<br />
In a home safe from fear<br />
When the Southland is free<br />
<br />
I go to fight for these old hills behind me<br />
These Old Red Hills of Home<br />
I go to fight, for these old hills remind me<br />
Of a way of life that's pure<br />
Of the truth that must endure<br />
In a town called Marietta<br />
In the Old Red Hills of Home<br />
<br />
Pray on this day as I journey beyond them<br />
These Old Red Hills of Home<br />
Let all the blood of the North spill upon them<br />
'Til they've paid for what they've wrought<br />
Taken back the lies they've taught<br />
And there's peace in Marietta<br />
And we're safe again in Georgia<br />
In the land where Honor lives and breathes<br />
The Old Red Hills of Home<br />
<br />
Farewell, My Lila<br />
Farewell<br />
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OLD SOLDIER:<br />
Look there, My Lila<br />
They call me to tell it<br />
The lives that we led<br />
When the Southland was free<br />
<br />
We gave our lives for the old hills of Georgia<br />
The Old Red Hills of Home<br />
Not much survives of the old hills of Georgia<br />
But I close my eyes and hear<br />
All the treasures we held dear<br />
<br />
The rushing of the Chattahoochie<br />
The rustling in the wind<br />
And Mama in the kitchen singin'<br />
And me and Lila swinging in a tree<br />
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TOWNSPEOPLE:<br />
The tall pines and the red clay<br />
The blue skies and the dogwood trees<br />
A man can grow his cotton<br />
And his crops<br />
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OLD SOLDIER& TOWNSPEOPLE:<br />
Oh I hear it calling, calling<br />
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TOWNSPEOPLE:<br />
Still!<br />
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OLD SOLIDER:<br />
And I would gladly give<br />
My good right leg Again<br />
Again!<br />
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TOWNSPEOPLE:<br />
Again<br />
<br />
God Bless the sight<br />
Of the old hills of Georgia<br />
The Old Red Hills of Home<br />
(Kneel Down to)<br />
Praise those who'd fight<br />
For the Old Hills of Georgia<br />
For those proud and valiant men<br />
We'll sing "Dixie" once again<br />
For the men of Marrietta<br />
For the the brothers of Cobb County<br />
For the fathers of atlanta<br />
For the patriarchs<br />
Who gave everything for Georgia<br />
And the Old Red Hills of Home
