Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away,
look away Dixieland

I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland, I’ll take my stand
to live and die in Dixie

In Dixieland, where I was born
early on one frosty morning
Look away, look away,
look away Dixieland

Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on

Hush little baby
Don’t you cry
You know your daddy’s bound to die
Oh but now
Now of all of your trials are over

Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on

Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on