My Lord what a morning




My Lord, what a morning
My Lord what a morning
My Lord, what a morning
When the stars begin to fall

Youíll hear the trumpet sound
To wake the nations underground
Looking to my Godís right hand
When the stars begin to fall

Youíll hear the sinner moan
To wake the nations underground
Looking to my Godís right hand
When the stars begin to fall

Youíll hear the Christian shout
To wake the nations underground
Looking to my Godís right hand
When the stars begin to fall