My Lord, What a Morning

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 cry, to wake the nations underground, looking to my God's right hand, when the stars begin to fall.

You'll hear the Christian shout, to wake the nations underground, looking to my God's right hand, when the stars begin to fall.