Oh, I wish, I was in the land of cotton   Old times there are not forgotten   Look away, look away, look away Dixieland      Oh, I wish, I was in Dixie, away, away   In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie   For Dixieland, that's where I was born   Early Lord one frosty morn   Look away, look away, look away Dixieland      Glory, glory, Hallelujah   Glory, glory, Hallelujah   Glory, glory, Hallelujah   His truth is marching on      So hush little baby, don't you cry   You know your daddy's bound to die   But all my trials, Lord will soon be over      Glory, glory, Hallelujah   His truth is marching on   His truth is marching on