You sat me down in the valley My eyes beheld a barren waste, it does not live Wind, oh, quicken this Wind, instilling birth again today I see a great battalion as they stand upon their feet The graves have opened up, oh, breathe Sing, can these bones sing? Son of man, can these bones live? Son of man, can they sing? I see a great battalion as they stand upon their feet The graves have opened up, oh, breathe