“Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass
And I can do things for you that make your heart feel glad”

An interesting – and challenging – theme this week from Helen: Fortune-telling or predicting the future. Didn’t see that one coming.

Unless you take a very broad interpretation (and there’s no reason why you shouldn’t), there don’t seem to be all that many songs out there – not that I could bring to mind, at any rate. But somewhere in the depths of my memory there was an old blues song about the seventh son. And this was it: written and performed by Willie Dixon. Where would rock music be without him?

Well now everybody cryin’ ’bout the seventh son
But in the whole round world there is only one, and
I’m the one, yes, I’m the one
I’m the one, I’m the one,
I’m the one they call the seventh son

Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass
And I can do things for you that make your heart feel glad
Look at the skies and predict the rain
I can tell when a woman’s got another man
I’m the one, yes, I’m the one
I’m the one, I’m the one,
I’m the one they call the seventh son.

Now I can hold you close and I can squeeze you tight
And I can make you cry for me both day and night
And I can heal the sick and even raise the dead
And make you little girls talk out of your head
I’m the one, yes, I’m the one
I’m the one, I’m the one,
I’m the one they call the seventh son

Now I can talk these words that sound so sweet
I can make your little heart even skip a beat
I can take you, baby, hold you in my arms
And make the flesh quiver on your lovely bones
I’m the one, yes, I’m the one
I’m the one, I’m the one,
I’m the one they call the seventh son

Song Lyric Sunday 17 September 2017