Georgia, Oh Georgia
Ah, sweet Georgia pine
Bring me such memory
From lost other time

A hundred years since your sons lay dying
Yes, I hear their voices crying
Carried along upon a gentle sea breeze
And captured atop these lofty trees

And from your shores I can see
The Man-O-War sailing free
With mast so tall and sails so full
Beholds the breath that is your soul

A fabric of life which was so sorely bent
Alive now in this tangled lament
Was the righteous way of a time ago
Locked in the memories of the dead and the old

But in my heart it is reborn
A spark of life which has weathered the storm
A fire kindled and tended with care
The warmth of romance found only there