Roberta 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 to late, now that I've come?
Seventh son of a seventh son
Is it to 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 he can see
Never asked for payment or took anything from them
Faith healing man was not the same