Angel Gabriel
Angel Gabriel
climb up the hill and look to the west I'm crossing over Jordan to the land And I'll sit me down in my old armchair People, I will not be tired And though Satan may speak I will take my ease As I warm myself up by the fire Chorus: And I'll shout and I'll dance And I'll rise up early in the morning I will rise and rub my sleepy eyes When old Gabriel comes blowing on his horn Oh my soul, my soul I'm bound for to rest I'll rest just as sure as I am born And I'll sing like a blackbird sitting in its nest When old Gabriel comes blowing on his horn And I'll throw my clothes up on the shore New garments I will have to wear And I'll have brand new shoes and never get the blues The angels will come and curl my hair Oh I shan't weep when it's time for me to leave I'll pack up my bandbox and go Goodbye old friends, it's no time for to grieve Yes I'm moving up to glory very slow And I'll eat my meals three times a day You bet your life, I will not be late And I'll have lots of fun when all you people come 'Cause I'm gonna take the tickets at the gate note: This is a traditional ("campmeeting") song, sung by Atwater-Donnelly (and perhaps Doc Watson) that I know of. This version is from AtwaterDonnelly's Like the Willow Tree, on BCN Records. CK @gospel @religion filename[ ANGLGABR CK oct97 Angel Gabriel Norman Blake
Oh my soul, my soul is a'goin' for to rest, In the arms of the Angel Gabriel And I'll climb on a hill and I'll look through the mist And I'll cross over Jordan to the Lamb And I'll sit me down in the old armchair, And brothers, I will never tire, And old Satan may sneeze, But I will take my ease, And I'll warm myself at the holy fire CHORUS: I will shout, I will dance, and I'll wake up early in the morn And I will arise as I rub my sleepy eyes, When old Gabriel's blowing on the horn x2 Oh my soul, my soul is a 'goin' for to rest Oh a rest as sure as I am born And I'll look like a blackbird sitting on a nest When old Gabriel is blowin' on the horn And I'll leave my clothes set upon the shore For I'll have heavenly garments to wear And I'll have plenty of shoes and I'll never get the blues And the angels will come and curl my hair CHORUS Oh I shan't weep when I'm a 'goin' to leave So I'll pack up my trunk and I'll go And my brother old ___ (?) don't you ever grieve For I'm going up to glory very slow. And I'll eat my meals there three times a day You can bet your life I won't be late And I'll have lots of fun when you would rather come For I'm going to take tickets at the gate CHORUS