On the banks of old Lake Bistineau Beneath the cypress and the moss We hammered and we nailed To build a raft to get across And late at night by the fire We sang kumbaya And the spirit, the holy spirit was flowing...
Twilight time, New York City Descending subway stairs A man whistling out of tune Paid a dollar for my fare And we got on the same train going uptown down the tracks And we sang out of tune to the clackity clack clack And the spirit, the holy spirit was flowing...
I have seen it on a mountaintop I have felt it beneath stars I have felt it in a churchyard and even in some bars It will make you laugh, make you cry, make your heart go ping Yeah the spirit, holy spirit will make you shout and want to sing That the spirit, holy spirit is flowing...