Traditional - An American Trilogy lyrics

[Verse 1 - Dixie] 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 take my stand to live and die in Dixie Because Dixieland, that's where I was born Early Lord one frosty morning Look away, look away, look away Dixieland [Verse 2 - The Battle Hymn of the Republic] Glory, glory hallelujah Glory, glory hallelujah Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on [Verse 3 - All My Trials] So hush little baby Don't you cry You know your daddy's bound to die But all my trials, Lord will soon be over Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on His truth is marching on