And nature ’wakens
With the morn,
Exultingly
Sends up her lays,
Her symphonies,
To God in praise.
GIT ON BOARD, CHILLUN.
De Gospel train am er scootin’ down de rail!
Git on board, chillun!
And nature ’wakens
With the morn,
Exultingly
Sends up her lays,
Her symphonies,
To God in praise.
De Gospel train am er scootin’ down de rail!
Git on board, chillun!