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Lord what a morning

My Lord what a morning. O my Lord what a morning, o my Lord. O my Lord, my Lord what a morning. My Lord when the stars begin to fall, you’ll hear the trumpet sound, to wake nations underground. Looking to my Gods right hand, when the stars begin to fall. My Lord what a morning. O my Lord what a morning, o my Lord. O my Lord, my Lord what a morning. My Lord when the stars begin to fall, you’ll hear the sinners mourn to wake nations underground. Looking to my Gods right hand, when the stars begin to fall, when the stars fall. O my Lord what a morning. My Lord what a morning. O my Lord what a morning, when the stars begin to fall, when the stars begin to fall.