Seventh Son Of A Seventh Son - Rory Gallagher

He was the seventh son of a seventh son

People claimed that he could cure anyone

He had the power there is no doubt

From his healing hands the light shone all about

No magic potion or mystic words

His eyes stared at you, no sound was heard

People came from north and south

To see this faith-healing man, see what he was all about

Cured the young and cured the old

Soon the whole nation knew his name

Seventh son of a seventh son

Is it too late

Now that I've come?

Seventh son of a seventh son

Is it too late?

You know why I've come

Outside his door where queues ten deep

Soon this faith-healing man could get no sleep

On the street they milled outside

Soon this man had to spend his days inside

He cured a woman who could not speak

And you know the blind child?

Now she can see

Never asked for payment or took anything from them

Faith-healing man was not the same

One day a man with a big cigar

Drove into town in a long, long silver car

He made a deal, said this boy would go far

Said he'd make this faith-healing country boy into a movie star

The seventh son of a seventh son

He moved away from this small town

To the city he soon came

He looked up in lights, saw his name

See all the people who knew him well

As though he was still here, the stories they all tell

About the time he made the lame boy walk

But now you have to pay just to hear him talk

One day he returned from the city of lights

You know something had happened there, his powers had died

But now he says he won't cure no more

Faith-healing man you have returned

Seventh son of a seventh son

Is it too late?

You know why I've come

Seventh son of a seventh son

To be cured that's why I come

Well half went up with those big city lights

Seventh son of a seventh son