Stars Begin to Fall

I TINK I hear my brudder say,
Call de nation great and small;
I lookee on de God's right hand
When de stars begin to fall.
Oh, what a mournin', sister, —
Oh, what a mournin', brudder, —
Oh, what a mournin',
When de stars begin to fall!
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