(Chorus 1)
We sat on a hillside and talked about the South
We talked about its problems and if they'd all work out
We talked about how people never learn
We sat on a hillside and watched Atlanta burn
I feel so different since we started on this march
To strike a final blow into their Rebel hearts
But they're people, with families, with faces and ideas
It's so hard to watch all hope go up in flames
Right or wrong it'll never be the same
The people, the familes, the dreams and ideas
(Chorus 2)
We sat on a hillside and talked about the South
We talked about her problems and if they'd all work out
We talked about how people never learn
We sat on a hillside and watched Atlanta burn
We talked about how people never learn
We sat on a hillside and watched Atlanta burn
We sat on a hillside and watched Atlanta burn