Holy Ghost - Mavis Staples

Some holy ghost keeps me hangin on, hangin on

I feel the hands, but I don’t see anyone, anyone

I feel the hands, but I don’t see anyone, it’s there and gone

Feeds my passion for transcendence

Turns my water into wine

Makes me wish I was empty

Now, I don’t know much but I can tell when something’s wrong,

And something’s wrong

But some holy ghost keeps me