I can still recall the night
Lightning burned the mansion down
We all stood in out pajamas
On that hallowed southern ground
When the flames had turned to ashes
Only blackened bricks remained
And sixteen stately Doric columns
There beneath a veil of gray
And it's a long
And slow surrender
Retreating from the past
It's important to remember
To fly the flag half-mast
And look away
I was taught by elders wiser
Love your neighbor, love your God
Never saw a cross on fire
Never saw an angry mob
I saw sweet magnolia blossoms
I chased lightening bugs at night
Never dreaming others
Saw our way of life
In black and white
Part of me hears voices crying
Part of me can feel their weight
Part of me believes that mansion
Stood for something more than hate
One of the most beautiful, touching and haunting tributes to a way of life known to but gentle southern souls, I have ever heard! What a grand and anthem to the old and new south! The music is perfect and hunting as are the noble words! Ms. Campbell, would you put music to my words, if I sent them?
Look Away? yes, every-time you hear it, you "Look Away" and cry!
How do you do what you do? God-bless! Tim Collins.