Legend of the Rebel Soldier 歌詞
Legend of the Rebel Soldier - The Hit Crew
In a dreary Yankee prison where a re-bel soldier lay
By his side there stood a preacher
Ere his soul should pass a-way
And he faintly whispered: "Parson" as he clutched him by the hand
Oh Parson tell me quickly
Will my soul pass through the southland
Will my soul pass through the Southland
Through old Virginia grand
Will I see the hills of Georgia and the green fields of Ala-bam
Will I see that little church house
Where I pledged my heart and hand
Oh Parson tell me quickly
Will my soul pass through the Southland
Was for loving dear old Dixie in this dreary cell I lie
Was for loving dear old Dixie in this northern state I die
Will you see my little daughter will you make her under-stand
Oh Parson tell me quickly will my soul pass through the Southland
Then the Rebel soldier died