Prologue: The Old Red Hills of Home歌词-Charlie Webb&Howard McGillin&Parade Cast

Prologue: The Old Red Hills of Home歌词由Charlie Webb&Howard McGillin&Parade Cast演唱，出自专辑《Parade (2023 Broadway Cast Recording)》，下面是《Prologue: The Old Red Hills of Home》完整版歌词！

Prologue: The Old Red Hills of Home歌词完整版

Prologue: The Old Red Hills of Home - Charlie Webb/Howard McGillin/Parade Cast

Lyrics by：Jason Robert Brown

Composed by：Jason Robert Brown

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

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

The rushing of the Chattahoochie

And the red clay

The rustlin' in the wind

The blue skies

And mama in the kitchen singin'

A man can grow his cotton

And me and Lila swingin'

In a tree and his crops

Oh I hear it calling calling

And I would glady give still

My good right leg again

Again

Again

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 Marrietta

For the 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