“Oh,
I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old
times they 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
For
Dixieland, that’s where I was born
Early
Lord one frosty morn
Look
away, look away, look away Dixieland
Glory,
glory hallelujah
Glory,
glory hallelujah
Glory,
glory hallelujah
His
truth is marching on …”
~ “An American
Trilogy”
~ songwriters Don
Reedman, Nick Patrick and Robin Smith
~ recorded by the great
Elvis Presley,
~1972
The
light of a southern fall sunset softly sweeps through the Spanish Moss and
reflects in the lagoon, painting a serene Dixieland evening in the Lowcountry of
Beaufort County, South Carolina.
