Dry Bones

 

Dry bones goin to gather in the morning

Come together and rise and shine.

Dry bones going to gather in the valley

And some of those bones are mine.

 

Down in the valley the spirit spoke

Zekiel, go prophecy.

And Zekiel saw the valley full of deadmen's bones

And every bone was dry.

 

Spirit told Zekiel call the four winds forth

And breathe on the bones all slain.

Behold he heard a noise/Every bone to his bone

Came together and lived again.

 

Graves all opened and the bones took breath

And the skin covered over again.

And they stood on their feet like the army of my Lord

Oh the bones were living men.

 

Some of those bones are my mother's bones

Come together to rise and shine.

Some of those bones are my father's bones

And some of those bones are mine.

 

Some of those bones are my sister's bones

Come together to rise and shine.

Some of those bones are my brother's bones

And some of those bones are mine.

 

Some of those bones going to make me laugh

When they gather together to rise and shine.

Some of those bones going to make me weep

Because some of those bones are mine.