In the valley of bones, I wait in the dryness, The dryness of bones, the dryness of wind Blowing on bones. In my valley of bones, my bones sit and hear The voice in the wind, a voice like the wind Calling to my bones. Speak to the bones; speak to my bones, Wind of God. Be my breath; Breathe in these bones. Bring new flesh, new flesh on these bones. Let them stand; let them rise, New life in old bones. In this valley, my bones rise and stand To the voice in the wind, a voice like the breath The breath on my bones. Then are my bones covered in flesh; Then is my flesh animated. Then do I rise and soar in the wind; Then will the Spirit pour through me, Pour through my bones, give life to my bones, Give life to old bones in this valley.