Giac is right...it's from the soundtrack of the movie "Gods & Generals". It's an 8-minute epic song, with lots of references to Stonewall Jackson.




'Cross The Green Mountain

Bob Dylan

I cross the green mountain, I slept by the stream
Heaven blazin' in my head, I dreamt a monstrous dream.
Somethin' came up out of the sea
Swept through the land of the rich and the free.

I look into the eyes of my merciful friend
And then I ask myself, is this the end?
Memories linger, sad yet sweet
And i think of the souls in heaven who will meet.

Altars are burnin' with flames far and wide
The foe has crossed over from the other side
They tip their caps from the top of the hill
You can feel them come, more brave blood to spill.

Along the dim Atlantic line
The ravaged land lies for miles behind
The light's coming forward and the streets are broad
All must yield to the avengin' God.

The world is old, the world is gray
Lessons of life can't be learned in a day.
I watch and I wait and I listen while I stand
To the music that comes from a far better land.

Close the eyes of our captain, peace may he know
His long night is done, the great leader is laid low.
He was ready to fall, he was quick to defend
Killed outright he was by his own men.

It's the last day's last hour of the last happy year
I feel that the unknown world is so near.
Pride will vanish and glory will rot
But virtue lives and cannot be forgot.

The bells of the evening have rung
There's blasphemy on every tongue.
Let 'em say that I walked in fair nature's light
And that I was loyal to truth and to right.

Serve God and be cheerful, look upward, beyond
Beyond the darkness of masks, the surprises of dawn.
In the deep green grasses of the blood stained wood
They never dreamed of surrenderin', they fell where they stood.

Stars fell over Alabama, I saw each star
You're walkin' in dreams, whoever you are.
Chilled are the skies, keen is the frost
The grounds froze hard and the morning is lost.

A letter to mother came today
Gun shot wound to the breast is what it did say.
But he'll be better soon, he's on a hospital bed
But he'll never be better, he's already dead.

I'm ten miles outside the city an' I'm lifted away
In an ancient light that is not of day
They were calm, they were blunt, we knew 'em all too well
We loved each other more than we ever dared to tell.