Sh’ma/The Old Red Hills of Home Songtext
von Jason Robert Brown

Farewell, my Lila
I′ll write every evening
I've carved our names
In the trunk of this tree

Farewell, my Lila
I miss you already
And dream of the day
When I′ll hold you again
In a home safe from fear
When the Southland is free


I go to fight for these old hills behind me
These Old Red Hills of Home
I go to fight, for these old hills remind me
Of a way of life that's pure
Of the truth that must endure
In a town called Marietta
In the Old Red Hills of Home

Pray on this day as I journey beyond them
These Old Red Hills of Home
Let all the blood of the North spill upon them
'Till they′ve paid for what they′ve wrought
Taken back the lies they've taught
And there′s peace in Marietta
And we're safe again in Georgia
In the land where Honor lives and breathes
The Old Red Hills of Home!

Farewell, my Lila
Farewell!