Angel Gabriel - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
ANGEL GABRIEL 
Oh! my soul, my soul am a-gwine for to rest, In de arms of de angel Gabriel, And I climb on a hill and I look to de West, And I cross over Jordan to de Lam'; And I'll sit me down in de old arm-chair, Oh! brudders, I will never tire, And old Satan may sneeze, but I will take my ease, And I'll warm myself at de holy fire. 
Chorus. I will shout, and I'll dance. And I'll wake up early in de morn; And I will arise, and rub my sleepy eyes, When old Gabriel am blowing his horn. 
Oh! my soul, my soul am a-gwine for to rest, Gwine to rest just as sure as I am born, And I'll look like a blackbird a sitt'n on a nest, When old Gabri'l am blowing on de horn; And I'll leave my clothes safe upon de shore, For I'll have new garments for to wear; And I'll have bran-new shoes, and never get de blues, And de angels dey will come and curl my hair.-Chorus. 
Oh! I shan't weep when I'm gwine for to leave, So I'll pack up my band-box and I'll go, And my brethren, oh! harken and don't ever grieve, For I'm gwine up to glory very slow; And I'll eat my meals, yes, three times a day, Oh! you bet your life I won't be late, And I'll have lots of fun, when you, my brethren come, For I'm gwine to take de tickets at de gate.-Chorus.