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My Lord what a morning

My Lord, what a morning My Lord, what a morning O 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 My Lord what a morning My Lord what a morning when the stars begin to fall You’ll hear the sinner moan to wake the nations underground Looking to my God’s right hand when the stars begin to fall My Lord, what a morning My Lord, what a morning O my Lord, what a morning when the stars begin to fall