I'll Hear that Trumpet Sound

You may bury me in the East,
You may bury me in the West,
But I'll hear the trumpet sound
In that morning.

cho: In that morning, my Lord,
How I long to go,
For to hear the trumpet sound
In that morning.


Father Gabriel in that day,
He'll take wings and fly away,
For to hear the trumpet sound
In that morning.

Good old Christians in that day,
They'll take wings and fly away,
For to hear the trumpet sound
In that morning.

Good old preachers in that day,
They'll take wings and fly away,
For to hear the trumpet sound
In that morning.

In that dreadful Judgment day,
I'll take wings and fly away,
For to hear the trumpet sound
In that morning.

From Folk Songs of the Americas, Lloyd and Rivera
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