The Old Red Hills of Home
簡介
擇自"大遊行"，全劇的開首與結幕曲，顯示了一種思想的形成和崩潰。
歌詞
Farewell, my Lila-
I'll write every evening.
I've carved our names
In the trunk of this tree.
Farewell, my Lila---
I miss you already,
And dream of the day
When I'll hold you again
In a home safe from fear,
When the Southland is free.
I go to fight for these old hills behind me,
These old red hills of home.
I go to fight for these old hills remind me
Of a way of life that's pure---
Of the truth that must endure---
In a town called Marietta
In the old red hills of home.
Pray on this day as I journey beyond them,
These old red hills of home:
Let all the blood of the North spill upon them
'Til they've paid for what they've wrought,
Taken back the lies they've taught,
And there's peace in Marietta
And we're safe again in Georgia
In the land where honor lives and breathes---
The old red hills of home!
Farewell, my Lila. Farewell:
Peachtree Street in Atlanta, Georgia.
April 26, 1913 - the Confederate Memorial Day Parade. The soldier is now a half-century older, in Confederate uniform; in place of his right leg, a wooden peg.
OLD SOLDIER
Look there, my Lila
They call me to tell it:
The lives that we led
When the Southland was free.
We gave our lives for the old hills of Georgia,
The old red hills of home.
Not much survives of the old hills of Georgia
But I close my eyes and hear
All the treasures we held dear:
OLD SOLDIER
|The rushing of the Chattahoochee|The rustlin' of the wind|And Mama in the kitchen singin'|And me and Lila swingin' in a tree|Oh, I hear it calling, calling|And I would gladly give|My good right leg again!|Again!
TOWNSPEOPLE|The tall pines and the red clay
|The blue skies and the dog wood trees|A man can grow his cotton and his crops|Oh, I hear it calling, calling|Still!|Again!
ALL
God bless the sight of the old hills of Georgia,
The old red hills of home.
Praise those who'd fight
For the old hills of Georgia.
For those proud and valiant men
We'll sing "Dixie" once again
For the men of Marietta:
For the brothers of Cobb County:
For the fathers of Atlanta:
For the patriarchs:
Who gave everything for Georgia
And the old red hills of home!
THE DREAM OF ATLANTA
TOWNSPEOPLE
Ever more lives the dream of Atlanta
Ever more her eternal pride!
Strong and sure is the dream of Atlanta
When her brothers are unified!
And the sound of her voice is clearer
When her people are proud and free!
Not a star to the sky could be nearer
Than my heart is, Atlanta, to thee!
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