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.