YOU MAY BURY ME IN THE EAST

You may bury me in the East
You may bury me in the West
But I’ll hear the trumpet sound in a-tat morning
In-a that morning, my Lord
How I long to go
For to hear the trumpet sound in-a that morning

In that dreadful Judgement day
We’ll take wings and fly away
But I’ll hear the trumpet sound in a-tat morning
In-a that morning, my Lord
How I long to go
For to hear the trumpet sound in-a that morning

Good old Christians, in that day
We’ll take wings and fly away
For to hear the trumpet sound in a-tat morning
In-a that morning, my Lord
How I long to go
For to hear the trumpet sound in-a that morning