Angel Gabriel- Norman Blake

Angel Gabriel
Norman Blake

Angel Gabriel
 
Traditional Old-Time, Jubilee Song;

ARTIST: Norman Blake

CATEGORY: Traditional and Public Domain Gospel 

DATE: 1800s; First Recorded circa 1904 Columbia Quartet then by Harry C. Browne, and the Peerless Quartet. The Peerless Quartet was known as the Columbia Quartet from 1904 to 1906.

RECORDING INFO: Angel Gabriel

Atwater-Donnelly;  Like the Willow Tree, on BCN Records. 1997

Blake, Norman; Hobo's Last Ride CD 1997

Browne, Harry C.  and the Peerless Quartet.

Red Mountain White Trash
 

OTHER NAMES:

SOURCES: Mudcat

NOTES: "Angel Gabriel" appeared on Norman Blake's Hobo's Last Ride CD- 1997 and
Atwater-Donnelly's Like the Willow Tree, on BCN Records the same year.

"Angel Gabriel" was first recorded circa 1904-1906 by Columbia Quartet then by Harry C. Browne, and the Peerless Quartet.

ANGEL GABRIEL- Norman Blake from Hobo's Last Ride CD- 1997

Oh my soul, my soul is a'goin' for to rest,
In the arms of the Angel Gabriel
And I'll climb on a hill and I'll look through the mist
And I'll cross over Jordan to the Lamb
And I'll sit me down in the old armchair,
And brothers, I will never tire,
And old Satan may sneeze, But I will take my ease,
And I'll warm myself at the holy fire

CHORUS: I will shout, I will dance, and I'll wake up early in the morn
And I will arise as I rub my sleepy eyes,
When old Gabriel's blowing on the horn
When old Gabriel's blowing on the horn

Oh my soul, my soul is a-goin' for to rest
Oh a rest as sure as I am born
And I'll look like a blackbird sitting on a nest
When old Gabriel is blowin' on the horn
And I'll leave my clothes set upon the shore
For I'll have heavenly garments to wear
And I'll have plenty of shoes and I'll never get the blues
And the angels will come and curl my hair                              
CHORUS

Oh I shan't weep when I'm a 'goin' to leave
So I'll pack up my trunk and I'll go
And my brother old friends don't you ever grieve
For I'm going up to glory very slow.

And I'll eat my meals there three times a day
You can bet your life I won't be late
And I'll have lots of fun when you would rather come
For I'm going to take tickets at the gate
CHORUS