Letras
From the throne came a bright, shining angel
And stood on the land and the sea
And swore with his [hand raised] to Heaven
That time was no longer to be
And, oh, what a weeping and wailing
When the lost were told of their fate
They cried to the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayer was too late
The drunkard was there with his whiskey
And the man who that sold him the drink
The rich man was there with his money
Together with hell they did sing
And, oh, what a weeping and wailing
When the lost were told of their fate
They cried to the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayer was too late
Written by: Mississippi John Hurt
