Cat. #1516 (MFH #1006) - As sung by Donnie Koonce, Springfield, Missouri on March 13, 1975
VERSE 1
In a dreary, Yankee prison
Where a rebel soldier lay
By his side stood a preacher
E'r his soul to slip away
And he softly, whispered Parson
As he clutched him by th hand
O Parson, tell me quickly
Will my soul pass through th southland
VERSE 2
Will my soul, pass through th southland
Over ole Virginia grand
Will I see th hills of Georgia
An' th green fields of Alabam
Will I see that little church house
Where I placed my heart an' hand
O Parson, tell me quickly
Will my soul pass through th southland
VERSE 3
Was while loving, dear ole Dixie
In this dreary cell I lie
Was for loving, dear ole Dixie
In this Yankee State I'll die
Will you see my little daugher
Will you make her understand
O Parson, tell me quickly
Will my soul pass through th southland