Där jag har satt ett (?), vad ska det stå där?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dh7bH7Gaa7g Låten.
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As i walked through the woods on a cold winter's eve. I heard voices far away, seems so hard to belive.
That I heard this combersation with my very own ears, because i standing all alone, now another soul is near.
I tought I heard a young boy saying
"Daddy what could we do? With this brand new (?) that they have given me and you."
He said
"Boy, that (?) represent our great Southern land. So wear it with proud one day I know you will understand."
I tought i heard a woman say
"Hustban, i love you. I'll be waiting right here, to drink with you when the war is through."
I heard the man required
"My dear, don't worry. I'll be fine. I promise that I'll be home, its just a matter of time."
Southern wind blow on through our unforgotten land, here today is the year we reuniting once again.
We are the pride of confederation lost many years ago. And its tunder along some loco mogul N' wissel blow.
Share your bringing side with your fellow rebel sold', we're the story from the under grave so many left untold.
Keep Dixieland alive in your heart, in your mind.
Southern wind blows once again, and will till the end of time.
I heard a fire crackling, far away from where I stood. I heard so many sudden strangers from a perfect brother hood.
I heard horses blockading there soilders of the fight, gun shoots fears the silence of a calm and quiet night.
I heard yelling faid away, as a man draws he's finaly breath.
And with he's rifle and he's honor, he's falls down to he's death.
I hear hell on earth and battle race but they talk eastern sky, brother telling one another there alternative goodbyes.
Southern wind blow on through our unforgotten land, here today is the year we reuniting once again.
We are the pride of confederation lost many years ago. And its tunder along some loco mogul N' wissel blow.
Share your bringing side with your fellow rebel sold', we're the story from the under grave so many left untold.
Keep Dixieland alive in your heart, in your mind.
Southern wind blows once again, and will till the end of time.
I heard a young boy cry as he fell down to he's knees.
He said
"Jesus, let my father rest in peace. I beg you please!"
I heard a young boy cry as he took he's fathers hand
"Daddy now I understand how a boy become a man."
I heard a woman open up her wront door all alone. She receives knows that her husban not will be returning home.
I heard a woman break down and pray to god in scream.
What I feel is so real, its in the air not a dream.
Southern wind blow on through our unforgotten land, here today is the year we reuniting once again.
We are the pride of confederation lost many years ago. And its tunder along some loco mogul N' wissel blow.
Share your bringing side with your fellow rebel sold', we're the story from the under grave so many left untold.
Keep Dixieland alive in your heart, in your mind.
Southern wind blows once again, and will till the end of time.
That I heard this combersation with my very own ears, because i standing all alone, now another soul is near.
I tought I heard a young boy saying
"Daddy what could we do? With this brand new (?) that they have given me and you."
He said
"Boy, that (?) represent our great Southern land. So wear it with proud one day I know you will understand."
I tought i heard a woman say
"Hustban, i love you. I'll be waiting right here, to drink with you when the war is through."
I heard the man required
"My dear, don't worry. I'll be fine. I promise that I'll be home, its just a matter of time."
Southern wind blow on through our unforgotten land, here today is the year we reuniting once again.
We are the pride of confederation lost many years ago. And its tunder along some loco mogul N' wissel blow.
Share your bringing side with your fellow rebel sold', we're the story from the under grave so many left untold.
Keep Dixieland alive in your heart, in your mind.
Southern wind blows once again, and will till the end of time.
I heard a fire crackling, far away from where I stood. I heard so many sudden strangers from a perfect brother hood.
I heard horses blockading there soilders of the fight, gun shoots fears the silence of a calm and quiet night.
I heard yelling faid away, as a man draws he's finaly breath.
And with he's rifle and he's honor, he's falls down to he's death.
I hear hell on earth and battle race but they talk eastern sky, brother telling one another there alternative goodbyes.
Southern wind blow on through our unforgotten land, here today is the year we reuniting once again.
We are the pride of confederation lost many years ago. And its tunder along some loco mogul N' wissel blow.
Share your bringing side with your fellow rebel sold', we're the story from the under grave so many left untold.
Keep Dixieland alive in your heart, in your mind.
Southern wind blows once again, and will till the end of time.
I heard a young boy cry as he fell down to he's knees.
He said
"Jesus, let my father rest in peace. I beg you please!"
I heard a young boy cry as he took he's fathers hand
"Daddy now I understand how a boy become a man."
I heard a woman open up her wront door all alone. She receives knows that her husban not will be returning home.
I heard a woman break down and pray to god in scream.
What I feel is so real, its in the air not a dream.
Southern wind blow on through our unforgotten land, here today is the year we reuniting once again.
We are the pride of confederation lost many years ago. And its tunder along some loco mogul N' wissel blow.
Share your bringing side with your fellow rebel sold', we're the story from the under grave so many left untold.
Keep Dixieland alive in your heart, in your mind.
Southern wind blows once again, and will till the end of time.
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