Letra da Música The Great Judgement Morning Writer? de Hank Williams

I dreamed that the great judgement morning
Had dawned, and the trumpet had blown
I dreamed that all nations had gathered
To judgement before the white throne
From the throne came a bright shining angel
And he 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 weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of their fate
They cried for the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayers were too late

The rich man was there but his money
Had melted and vanished away
A pauper stood there in the judgement
His debts were too many to pay
The great man was there, but his greatness
When death came, was left far behind
The angel that opened the records
No trace of his greatness could find

And oh what weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of their fate
They cried for the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayers were too late

The widow was there and the orphan
God heard and remembered their cries
No sorrow in heaven forever
God wiped all the tears from their eyes
The gambler was there and the drunkard
And they who had sold them the drink
With people who gave them the license
Together in hell they did sink

And oh what weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of their fate
They cried for the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayers were too late

The moral man to the judgement
But self rightousness would not do
For the men who had crucified jesus
Had passed off as moral men too
And the souls that had put off salvation
Not tonight I'll get saved by and by
No time now to think of salvation
At last they had found time to die

And oh what weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of their fate
They cried for the rocks and the mountains
They prayed, but their prayers were too late