Speaking in Tongues - Greg Brown

    A wild high cry flew up out of our brother
    He was moaning and shaking, shining like the sun
    He fell down like a dead man, Some people helped him up
    He was all right, He was just speaking in tongues

    When someone was sick we gathered all around them
    and lay our hands upon them, all of us, old and young
    We prayed that God Almighty would heal them
    Our prayer was in English, but we was all just speaking in tongues

    When I really feel my way back to that church and them people
    the little hairs stand up all over me
    and I hope that this nation like that congregation
    will give it up and pray for our soul, which is in misery

    and that one day we may lay our hands on one another
    and seek the healing for ourselves, this earth and our young
    and sing that old song of many colors, many rhythms
    and listen with our hearts to the speaking in tongues.


    Copyright © 1997 Hacklebarney Music


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