| I heard you singing | 
| What were you singing when the people got right? | 
| Were you singing Stand and Deliver? | 
| Or was it Down by the River? | 
| Were you singing a fine old tune like Gone to Glory? | 
| Laying it down with grace and power | 
| Long about the midnight hour | 
| I heard the people all singing | 
| Like they’d never sung before | 
| All over the country | 
| Who could help but stand beside you? | 
| Hello, hello — is there anybody here? | 
| My knuckles are sore from rapping all day | 
| I said: Give me one more chance | 
| I’d do it for you if I had your way | 
| If I had your way | 
| What do I know? | 
| What do I see? | 
| Don’t know nothing but the name of the game | 
| It’s high-card draw with everything wild | 
| You bet your life like anyone’s child | 
| What else would you want to do? | 
| I heard the people all singing | 
| Like they never sung before | 
| Singing in key and strumming | 
| Everything they heard from you | 
| Hello, hello, hello, hello … goodbye | 
| Looking back across the years | 
| Other matters disappear | 
| In the murmur I can hear | 
| Familiar voices loud and clear | 
| Hello, hello, hello, hello … goodbye | 
| I heard you singing | 
| Like one last song in the middle of the night | 
| Were you singing in tongues of fire | 
| Or was it knots of anger? | 
| Were you singing a fine old tune like | 
| Love Me, Love Me, Love Me Only? | 
| Were you caught btween the curtains | 
| Thinking this was too uncertain? | 
| Remember … the people were singing | 
| Like they never sung before | 
| All over the country | 
| Did you love the way they loved you? | 
| Ain’t no knocker on the last big door | 
| Just push on the panel and walk on in Hello, hello, is there anybody here | 
| But a two-bit high and a busted mirror? | 
| Hello, hello — is anybody here? | 
| My tongue is so sore from rapping all day | 
| Sunshine in the dead on night | 
| I know that can’t be right | 
| Could it be? | 
| I don’t know | 
| But it never done that thing before | 
| So close to my own back door | 
| It got me wondering what to do And the only thing was to come and tell you | 
| Because — I heard you singing — I heard you |