Lyrics
(African American Spiritual)
In-a that great getting’ up morning,
Fare thee well, fare the well. (repeat)
I’m gonna tell you ’bout the coming of the judgment…
There’s a better day a coming…
Oh preacher fold your bible…
For the last souls converted…
Blow your trumpet Gabriel…
Lord, how loud shall I blow it…
Do not ‘larm all my people…
Then you see that fork of lightening…
Then you see dem stars a falling…
Then you see dem sinners rising…
See ’em marching home for heaven…
Farewell poor sinners…
- Song with chords, Orff arrangement with glockenspiel countermelody (PDF)
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