My father, how long,
My father, how long,
My father, how long,
Poor sinner suffer here?
And it won't be long,
And it won't be long,
And it won't be long,
Poor sinner suffer here

We'll soon be free, ( ter )
De Lord will call us home.

We'll walk de miry road
Where pleasure never dies.

We'll walk de golden streets
Of de New Jerusalem.

My brudders do sing
De praises of de Lord.

We'll fight for liberty
When de Lord will call us home.