Текст песни In That Great Getting Up Morning

In a-that great gettin' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee well In a-that great getting' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee well I'm a-gonna tell you 'bout the comin' of the judgment Fare thee well, fare thee well I'm a-gonna tell you 'bout the comin' of the judgment Fare thee well, fare thee well There's a better day a-comin' Fare thee well, fare thee well There's a better day a-comin' Fare thee well, fare thee well In a-that great gettin' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee well In a-that great getting' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee well The Lord spoke to Gabriel Fare thee well, fare thee well Go and look behind the altar Fare thee well, fare thee well Take down that silver trumpet Fare thee well, fare thee well Blow your trumpet, Gabriel Fare thee well, fare thee well Lord, how loud shall I blow it? Fare thee well, fare thee well Blow it calm and easy Fare thee well, fare thee well Well, do not alarm my people Fare thee well, fare thee well Tell them to come to the judgment Fare thee well, fare thee well In a-that great gettin' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee well In a-that great getting' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee well Gabriel, blow your trumpet Fare thee well, fare thee well Lord, how loud shall I blow it? Fare thee well, fare thee well Loud as seven peals of thunder Fare thee well, fare thee well Wake the living nations Fare thee well, fare thee well In a-that great gettin' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee well In a-that great getting' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee well Then you'll see the stars a-fallin' You'll see forked lightnin' You'll see the Christians risin' You'll see the saints a-marchin' You'll see my Jesus comin' With all His holy angels Take the righteous home to glory In a-that great gettin' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee well In a-that great getting' up mornin' Fare thee well, fare thee well