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