| lyric | Ref.: I'm a goin' tell you' bout de comin' of de Saviour,
fare you well, fare you well,
I'm a goin' tell you' bout de comin' of de Saviour,
fare you well, fare you well.
In dat great gettin’ up mornin’,
fare you well, fare yoou well.
In dat great gettin’ up mornin’,
fare you well, fare yoou well.
1. God’s gone up an’ spoke to Gabriel,
run and look behind the altar.
Now pick up your silver trumpet,
blow your trumpet, Gabriel.
2. Lord how load shall I blow it?
Blow it so my people know it.
Blow one blast right calm an’ easy,
wake my children, Gabriel! |