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The Old Red Hills of Home (From "Parade") by Jason Robert Brown album cover

The Old Red Hills of Home (From "Parade")

by Jason Robert Brown

Lyrics
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
Through these old red hills of home
Let all the blood of the North spill upon them
'Til they've paid for what they've brought
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
These old red hills of home!

Farewell, my Lila, farewell