Lyrics In That Great Gettin' Up Mornin` - Harry Belafonte

In That Great Gettin' Up Mornin`

I’m gonna tell you 'bout the coming of the judgment
Fare thee well, fare thee well
I’m gonna tell you 'bout the coming of the judgment
Fare thee well, fare thee well
There’s a better day a coming, fare thee well, fare thee well
Yes there’s a better day a coming, fare thee well, fare thee well
In that great gettin' up morning, fare thee well, fare thee well
In that great gettin' up morning, fare thee well, fare thee well
In that great gettin' up morning, fare thee well, fare thee well
In that great gettin' up morning, fare thee well, fare thee well
Oh preacher fold your bible, fare thee well, fare thee well
Oh preacher fold your bible, fare thee well, fare thee well
For the last souls converted, fare thee well, fare thee well
Yes for the last souls converted, fare thee well, fare thee well
Blow your trumpet Gabriel, fare thee well, fare thee well
Blow your trumpet Gabriel, fare thee well, fare thee well
Lord, how loud shall I blow it, fare thee well, fare thee well
Blow it right and calm and easy, fare thee well, fare thee well
Do not 'larm all my people, fare thee well, fare thee well
Tell them all come to the judgment, fare thee well, fare thee well
Then you see that fork of lightening, fare thee well, fare thee well
Then you hear that rumbling thunder, fare thee well, fare thee well
Then you see dem stars a falling, fare thee well, fare thee well
Then you see the world on fire, fare thee well, fare thee well
Then you see dem sinners rising, fare thee well, fare thee well
See 'em marching home for heaven, fare thee well, fare thee well
Farewell poor sinners, fare thee well, fare thee well
Farewell poor sinners, fare thee well, fare thee well