"...from these honored dead, we take
increased devotion to that cause for which
they here gave the last full measure of devotion
-- that we here highly resolve these dead
shall not have died in vain... ~Abraham
Lincoln, Gettysburg Address~
Oh I
wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away
Look away
Look away, Dixieland
Oh I wish I was in Dixie away, away
In Dixieland I'll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie
For in Dixieland
I was born
Early on one frosty morn
Look away
Look away
Look away, Dixieland.
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
You know your daddy's bound to die
But all, all my trials Lord
Will soon be over
Dixieland, I'm coming home
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on
Performed by Jerry Morris Website