In that great gettin' up mornin'
Fare thee well, fare thee well
In that great gettin' up mornin'
Fare thee well, fare thee well

Let me tell you 'bout the coming of the Savior
Fare thee well, fare thee well
God told Gabriel to go down yonder
Fare thee well, fare thee well
I want you to get on that silver trumpet
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Now get it and begin to blow it
Fare thee well, fare thee well

I'm gonna tell you about the comin' of the judgment
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Talkin' 'bout the comin' of the judgment
Fare thee well, fare thee well
When you see the lightnin' flashin'
Fare thee well, fare thee well
When you hear that thunder crashin'
Fare thee well, fare thee well

Preacher lay aside your Bible
Fare thee well, fare thee well
You know there'll be no preachin' yonder
Fare thee well, fare thee well