Every time I feel the Spirit Moving in my heart I will pray. Yes, every time I feel the Spirit Moving in my heart I will pray Upon the mountain, when my Lord spoke, Out of God's mouth came fire and smoke. Looked all around me, it looked so fine, Till I asked my Lord if all was mine. Jordan River, chilly and cold, It chills the body but not the soul. There is but one train upon this track. It runs to heaven and then right back