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Children of Pride by The 1861 ProjectThe 1861 Project - Children of Pride Sherman's just across the hill Muskets lay upon the ground Hoofs and canons still resound Oh my God how young they are The wind is blowing softly in the trees Fanning through the spanish moss There's a longing on the breeze Times gone by, all that's lived and died This land and its children of pride No cotton cause the earth is scorched No mansion that has not been torched the valley's stream is running red the vanquished never can forget oh my God how young they are chorus fifty and one hundred years have gone and still the ghosts cry the same old song chorus |