Day of Pentecost

Listen children from the land of cold hard reason

You may not know this but this is the time and the season yea

Up ahead there's a storm cloud growing

It's the wind of God that's blowing yah

But thousands, they stand in a line

They dance and sing until it's their time

Now me I'm from the land of cold and ice and snow

I've got my heart, it's built into this wall of stone

I'm not the kind of man who will shake or holler

I'm not gonna get down on my knees

Not gonna follow follow follow follow no no no no no