My Lord, what a morning.
My Lord, what a morning;
Oh, my Lord, what a morning,
When the stars begin to fall.

 

You'll hear the trumpet sound,
To wake the nations underground,
Looking to my God's right hand,
When the stars begin to fall.
My Lord, what a morning . . .

 

You'll hear the sinners cry,
To wake the nations underground,
Looking to my God's right hand,
When the stars begin to fall.
My Lord, what a morning . . .

 

You'll hear the christians shout,
To wake the nations underground,
Looking to my God's right hand,
When the stars begin to fall.
My Lord, what a morning . . .

 

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