About the song
This isn’t the **Hallelujah** penned by Leonard Cohen, though both share a common thread of spiritual yearning. Elvis’ **Hallelujah** is a testament to his deep-rooted faith, a side of the icon often overshadowed by his flamboyant stage presence and chart-topping hits. It’s a reminder that even the most celebrated figures harbor a private world of introspection and devotion.
The song itself is a powerful anthem of praise, a resounding declaration of faith that swells with emotion and conviction. Elvis’ interpretation is both reverent and passionate, his voice imbued with a sincerity that resonates deep within the listener. The arrangement is classic gospel, with rich harmonies and a driving rhythm that builds to a crescendo of joyous affirmation.
**Hallelujah** is not just a song; it’s an experience. It’s an invitation to pause, to reflect, to connect with something larger than ourselves. It’s a reminder that even in the midst of life’s chaos, there is always a source of hope and solace. For those who have journeyed through life’s joys and sorrows, this song offers a moment of respite, a reminder of the enduring power of faith.
This recording, likely from the latter part of his career, finds Elvis in a reflective mood. His voice, though still powerful, carries a hint of weariness, a sense of lived experience that adds depth and authenticity to the performance. It’s as if he’s sharing a personal testament, a moment of quiet devotion with his audience.
So, whether you’re a lifelong Elvis fan or simply someone who appreciates the power of music to touch the soul, I invite you to listen to **Hallelujah**. Let the King’s voice transport you to a place of peace and reflection. Let the music wash over you, and allow yourself to be moved by the raw emotion and unwavering faith of this remarkable performance.
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Lyrics
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old things they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie
‘Cause Dixieland, that’s where I was born
Early Lord one frosty morning
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry
You know your daddy’s bound to die
But all my trials, Lord, will soon be over
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on
