Cat. #1292 (MFH #895) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on November 25, 1971
VERSE 1
When th trumphet of th Lord shall sound
Life shall be no more
An' th mornin' break eternal bright an' fair
When th saints of earth shall gather
To your home beyond th sky
An' th roll is called up yonder, I'll be there
CHORUS:
When th roll is called up yonder
When th roll is called up yonder
When th roll is called up yonder
When th roll is called up yonder, I'll be there
VERSE 2
On that bright and cloudless mornin'
When Christ shall rise
An' th glory of His resurection share
When His chosen ones shall gether
To their home beyond th sky
And th roll is called up yonder, I'll be there
VERSE 3
Let us labor for our Master
From th dawn to setting sun
Let us talk of all His wonderous love an' care
An' when all this life is over
And their work on earth is done
And th roll is called up yonder, I'll be there
(Ollie tells a joke.)