| One a-these mornings
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| Soon one morning
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| I’m gonna lay down my cross
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| Get me a crown
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| Soon one evening
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| Late in the evening
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| Late in the evening
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| I’m going home to live on high
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| Soon as my feet strike Zion
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| Lay down my heavy burdens
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| Put on my robe in Glory
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| Goin' home, one day, and tell my story
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| I been climbing over hills and mountains
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| Gonna drink from the Christian fountain
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| You know, all a-God's sons and daughters, that morning
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| Will be drinking that ol' healing water
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| And we gonna live on forever
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| We gonna live on forever
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| We gonna live on, up in Glory after while
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| I’m goin out sight-seeing in Buelah
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| March all around God’s alter
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| Gonna walk and never get tired
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| Gonna fly, Lord, and never faulter
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| I’m gonna move up a little higher
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| Gonna meet ol' man Daniel
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| I’m gonna move up a little higher
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| Gonna meet the Hebrew Children
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| I’m gonna move up a little higher
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| Gonna meet Paul and Silas
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| I’m gonna move on up a little higher
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| Gonna meet my friends and kindred
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| I’m gonna move on up a little higher
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| Gonna meet my loving mother
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| I’m gonna move on up a little higher
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| Gonna meet that Lily of the Valley
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| I’m gonna feast with the Rose of Sharon
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| It will be always howdy howdy
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| It will be always howdy howdy
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| It will be always howdy howdy
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| And never goodbye
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| Oh, will you be there early one morning
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| Will you be there, somewhere 'round God’s alter
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| Will you be there, oh, when the angels shall call God’s roll
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| God knows I’ll be waiting, hmmm
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| Yes, I’ll be watching somewhere 'round God’s alter
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| Well, I’ll be waiting, oh, at the beautiful, yes, golden gates
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| Well, well, soon as my feet strike Zion
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| Gonna lay down my heavy burdens
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| Gonna put on my robe in Glory
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| I’m going home, one day, tell my story
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| I been climbing over hills and mountains
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| I’m gonna drink from the Christian fountain
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| You know all God, God’s sons and daughters that mornin'
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| Will drink that ol' healing water
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| Meet me there, early one morning
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| Meet me there, somewhere 'round the alter
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| Meet me there, oh, when the angels shall call God’s roll |