| As I walk through the woods on a cold winters eve,
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| I hear voices far away, it seems so hard to believe,
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| That I hear these conversations with my very own ears,
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| Because Im standing all alone, not another soul is near,
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| I thought I heard a young boy say «daddy what do we do,
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| with these brand new coats of grey, that they’ve given me and you»,
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| He said «boy that coat represents our great southern land,
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| so wear it with pride oneday I know you’ll understand»,
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| I thought I heard a woman say, «husband I love you,
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| I’ll be waiting right here to greet you, when the war is through»,
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| I heard the man reply, «my dear dont worry I’ll be fine,
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| I promise I’ll be home its just a matter of time»,
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| Southern wind blow on, through our unforgotten land,
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| Here today and yesteryear are reunited once again,
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| Here the cry of Confederates lost many years ago,
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| Cannons thunder and a lonesesome locomotive whistle blows,
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| Share your pride inside with your fellow rebel souls,
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| Hear their stories from beyond the grave, so many left untold,
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| Keep dixieland alive in your heart and in your mind,
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| Southern wind blows once again and will until the end of time
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| A heard a fire crackling, far away from where I stood,
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| I heard so many southern strangers form a perfect brotherhood,
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| I hear horses rumble, carrying their soldiers off to fight,
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| Gunshots pierce the silence of a cold and quiet night,
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| I hear yelling fade away as a man draws his final breath,
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| With his rifle and his honor, he falls down to his death,
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| I hear … on earth, and battle rage beneath dark eastern skies,
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| Brothers telling one another their ultimate goodbyes
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| Southern wind blow on, through our unforgotten land,
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| Here today and yesteryear are reunited once again,
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| Here the cry of Confederates lost many years ago,
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| Cannons thunder and a lonesesome locomotive whistle blows,
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| Share your pride inside with your fellow rebel souls,
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| Hear their stories from beyond the grave, so many left untold,
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| Keep dixieland alive in your heart and in your mind,
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| Southern wind blows once again and will until the end of time
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| Spoken words:
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| After 4 years of arduous service, marked by unsurpassed courage and fortitude,
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| The Army of Northern Virginia has been compelled to yield to overwhelming
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| numbers and resources,
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| I need not tell the survivors of so many hard fought battles,
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| Who have remained steadfast to the last,
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| That I have consented to this result due to no mistrust of them,
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| But feeling their valor and devotion could accomplish nothing that could
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| compensate the loss that would have attended continuation of the contest,
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| I have determined to avoid the useless sacrifice of those whose service has
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| endeared them to their countrymen.
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| By the terms of the agreement, officers and men can return to their homes,
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| and remain there until exchanged
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| I heard a young boy cry as he fell onto his knees,
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| He said «Jesus let my father rest in peace I beg you please»,
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| I heard this young boy cry as he took his fathers hand,
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| «Daddy now I understand" — and then a boy became a man,
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| I heard a woman open up her front door all alone,
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| She recieves news that her husband will not be returning home,
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| I heard a woman break down and pray to God and scream,
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| What I feel it is so real, its in the air, its not a dream
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| Southern wind blow on, through our unforgotten land,
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| Here today and yesteryear are reunited once again,
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| Here the cry of Confederates lost many years ago,
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| Cannons thunder and a lonesesome locomotive whistle blows,
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| Share your pride inside with your fellow rebel souls,
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| Hear their stories from beyond the grave, so many left untold,
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| Keep dixieland alive in your heart and in your mind,
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| Southern wind blows once again and will until the end of time
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| Southern wind blow on, through our unforgotten land,
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| Here today and yesteryear are reunited once again,
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| Here the cry of Confederates lost many years ago,
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| Cannons thunder and a lonesesome locomotive whistle blows,
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| Share your pride inside with your fellow rebel souls,
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| Hear their stories from beyond the grave, so many left untold,
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| Keep dixieland alive in your heart and in your mind,
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| Southern wind blows once again and will until the end of time
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| Spoken word:
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| You will take with you the satisfaction that proceeds from the conciousness of
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| duty faithfully performed, and I earnestly pray that a merciful God will extend
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| to you his blessing and protection.
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| With unceasing admiration of your constancy and devotion to your country,
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| and a greatful rememberance of your kind and generous consideration for myself,
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| I bid you an affectionate farewell.
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| Southern wind blow on, through our unforgotten land,
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| Here today and yesteryear are reunited once again,
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| Here the cry of Confederates lost many years ago,
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| Cannons thunder and a lonesesome locomotive whistle blows,
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| Share your pride inside with your fellow rebel souls,
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| Hear their stories from beyond the grave, so many left untold,
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| Keep dixieland alive in your heart and in your mind,
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| Southern wind blows once again and will until the end of time |