Black Spiritual, United States, 18th or 19th Century My Lord, what a morning! My Lord, what a morning! Oh, my Lord, what a morning when the stars begin to fall. Oh, you will hear the trumpet sound to wake the nations underground, Looking to my Lord's right hand when the stars begin to fall. Oh, you will see my Jesus come, His glory shining like the sun, Looking to my Lord's right hand When the stars begin to fall. Oh, you will hear all Christians shout, 'Cause there's a new day come about, Looking to my Lord's right hand When the stars begin to fall My Lord, what a morning! My Lord, what a morning! Oh, my Lord, what a morning when the stars begin to fall.
Black Spiritual, United States, 18th or 19th Century My Lord, what a morning! My Lord, what a morning! Oh, my Lord, what a morning when the stars begin to fall. Oh, you will hear the trumpet sound to wake the nations underground, Looking to my Lord's right hand when the stars begin to fall. Oh, you will see my Jesus come, His glory shining like the sun, Looking to my Lord's right hand When the stars begin to fall. Oh, you will hear all Christians shout, 'Cause there's a new day come about, Looking to my Lord's right hand When the stars begin to fall My Lord, what a morning! My Lord, what a morning! Oh, my Lord, what a morning when the stars begin to fall.
