Listen for the Spirit Songtext
von Eric Bibb

I grew up on those New York streets
Just beginning to realize
History stays stuck on repeat
′Til we wake up and open our ears and eyes

Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you hear it, let it guide you home

Met a wise musician, back in my Detroit days
The brother gave me some strong advice, yeah
"Put true feelings in your songs"
And when he'd spoken that old school way
I felt a chill, cold as ice

Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you hear it, let it guide you home (and when you hear it, let it guide you home)


Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
Listen for the spirit in the music (in the music ha)
And when you hear it, let it guide you home (and when you hear it, let it guide you home)

Oh, I remember
Yes, I remember, when I was a young man (oh, no)
My anger would often overflow (you tell me)
Trying to right the wrongs
But I didn′t yet understand (oh, right)
Everybody, everybody reaps what they sow

Listen for the spirit in the music
And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul (when you feel it, let it soothe your soul)
Listen for the spirit in the music (listen for the spirit in the music)
And when you hear it, let it guide you home (and when you hear it let it guide you home)

Listen for the spirit in the music (in the music)
And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul (and when you hear it, let it soothe your soul)
Listen for the spirit in the music (listen for the spirit in the music)
And when you hear it, let it guide you home (and when you hear it, let it guide you home)