Finale

(at home)
Leo, oh Leo
I know he'll protect you
And don't be afraid
I'll be fine here you'll see.

Farewell, my Leo
You're right here beside me
You're here by the door
And you're holding my arm
And you're stroking my hair
And you're finally.

Mr. Frank?
What is it?
Free
Happy Memorial Day.

(The 1915 parade begins to pass by upstage)

I go to fight for these old hills behind me
The old red hills of home
I go to fight for these hills that remind me
Of a way of life that's pure
Of the truth that will endure
In the city of Atlanta
In the old red hills of home!

God bless the sight of the old hills of Georgia
The old red hills of home
Praise those who'd fight for the old hills of Georgia
For those proud and valiant men
We'll sing "Dixie" once again

For the men of Marietta
For the brothers of Cobb County
For the fathers of Atlanta
For the patriarchs
Who gave ev'rything for Georgia
And the old red hills of home!