The Chariot! The Chariot! It's wheels roll in fire, as the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire! Lo! Self moving it drives on it's pathway of clouds
trompette Mais il ne jouait jamais rien ; Et constamment la pauvrette Murmurait le croyant musicien : {Refrain 1:} Oh ! dis, cheri, Oh ! joue moi-z-en D'la trompette, D'la trompette
