The 1861 Project - Children of Pride lyrics

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<b>Children of Pride</b> by <i>The 1861 Project</i><br />The 1861 Project - Children of Pride

Sherman’s just across the hill

Muskets lay upon the ground

Hoofs and canons still resound

Oh my God how young they are

The wind is blowing softly in the trees

Fanning through the spanish moss

There’s a longing on the breeze

Times gone by, all that’s lived and died

This land and its children of pride

No cotton cause the earth is scorched

No mansion that has not been torched

the valley’s stream is running red

the vanquished never can forget

oh my God how young they are

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fifty and one hundred years have gone

and still the ghosts cry the same old song

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