My Lord, what a morning, My Lord, what a morning, Oh my Lord, what a morning, When the stars begin to fall, When the stars begin to fall. My Lord, what a morning, My Lord, what a morning, Oh my Lord, what a morning, When the stars begin to fall. You will hear the trumpets sound, To wake the nations underground, Looking to my God’s right hand, When the stars begin to fall. You will hear the people shout, To wake the nations underground, Looking to my God’s right hand, When the stars begin to fall, When the stars begin to fall. My Lord, what a morning, My Lord, what a morning, Oh my Lord, what a morning, When the stars begin to fall, When the stars begin to fall.
Five Freedom Songs
Song Cycle by Jessie Montgomery
1. My Lord, What a Morning [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
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Note: the text was sourced from the historical anthology Slave Songs of the United States (originally published by A. Simpson & Co., New York, 1867), which categorizes each song based on origin and social context
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3. Lay dis Body Down [sung text not yet checked]
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My father, how long, My father, how long, My father, how long, Will our people suffer here? My mother, how long, My mother, how long, My mother, how long, Will our people suffer here? We will soon be free, We will soon be free, We will soon be free, We will not suffer here. We’ll walk de miry road, We’ll walk de golden streets, We’ll fight for liberty, We will not suffer here. My brudders do sing, My sisters do sing, My people do sing, We will not suffer here. ’Cause it won’t be long, No it won’t be long, No it won’t be long, We will not suffer here. And it won’t be long, No it won’t be long, No it won’t be long, We will not suffer…
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4. My father, how long [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
My father, how long, My father, how long, My father, how long, Will our people suffer here? My mother, how long, My mother, how long, My mother, how long, Will our people suffer here? We will soon be free, We will soon be free, We will soon be free, We will not suffer here. We’ll walk de miry road, We’ll walk de golden streets, We’ll fight for liberty, We will not suffer here. My brudders do sing, My sisters do sing, My people do sing, We will not suffer here. ’Cause it won’t be long, No it won’t be long, No it won’t be long, We will not suffer here. And it won’t be long, No it won’t be long, No it won’t be long, We will not suffer…
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And de moon will turn to blood, And de moon will turn to blood, And de moon will turn to blood In dat day — O-yoy, my soul! And de moon will turn to blood in dat day. And you’ll see de stars a-fallin’, And you’ll see de stars a-fallin’, And you’ll see de stars a-fallin’ In dat day — O-yoy, my soul! And you’ll see de stars a-fallin’ in dat day. And de world will be on fire, And de world will be on fire, And de world will be on fire In dat day — O-yoy, my soul! And de world will be on fire in dat day. And you’ll hear de saints a-singin’, And you’ll hear de saints a-singin’, And you’ll hear de saints a-singin’ In dat day — O-yoy, my soul! And you’ll hear de saints a-singin’ in dat day.
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