Seventh Son - Jools Holland, Sting

Everybody’s talking â€~bout the seventh son

In the whole round world there’s only one

I’m the one

Yes, I’m the one

I’m the one, I’m the one

The one they call the seventh son

I can tell your future, it will come to pass

I can do things for you, make your heart feel glad

Look in the sky, predict the rain

I can tell when a woman’s got another man

I’m the one

Yes, I’m the one

I’m the one, I’m the one

The one they call the seventh son

I can hold you close, I can squeeze you tight

Make you cry for me both day and night

I heal the sick and raise the dead

I make little girls talk out of their heads

I’m the one

Yes, I’m the one

I’m the one, I’m the one

The one they call the seventh son

I can talk these words that will sound so sweet

Even make your little heart skip a beat

I can heal the sick and raise the dead

Make little girls talk out of their heads

I’m the one

The one they call the seventh son

I’m the one, I’m the one

The one they call the seventh son

I’m the one, I’m the one

I’m the one, I’m the one

I’m the one, I’m the one

The one they call the seventh son

I’m the one, I’m the one

The one they call the seventh son

Yeah-e-yeah