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!