My Lord, what a morning.
This is a negro spiritual. The origins are obscure.
My Lord, what a morning;
my Lord, what a morning;
Oh, 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. - You’ll hear the sinner moan . . .
Here is a performance by the Sydney Male Choir in 2017 – arranged by R Lee Gilliam.
Ku-ring-gai Male Choir
