CHOIRS MUSIC IN A BLUESY MOOD
MY LORD - WHAT A MOURNING
WHEN THE STARS BEGIN TO FALL
My Lord, what a morning,
when the stars begin to fall.
You'll hear the trumpet sound
to wake the nations underground.
Look into my God's right hand,
when the stars begin to fall.
You'll hear the sinner moan...
You'll hear the Christians shout....
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