There grows a tree in AlabamaTall shady peaceful on a hill
In a past life I was buried under that tree
Visions of that tree are so real
I hear the wind blow
Rustling of the leaves in summer
The tree is talking to me
While I'm deep in slumber
The year was 1864
War through out the land
I was just a boy
When the Lord took my hand
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