[Intro — a cappella, wind through an empty canyon, layered hum] (Ruach... ahh... ruach...) [Part 1 — low male voices, a cappella] The valley is wide and the valley is gray The hope of our people has withered away Scattered and broken and bleached in the sun Count the lost generations, one by one (One by one) [Refrain — adult male tenor and adult female alto-mezzo-soprano, the question] Can these dry bones live? Can the breath come back to the slain? Can these dry bones live? Will they ever rise again? (Rise again, rise again) [Part 2 — full mixed choir, building gently] Come like the morning, breath of the dawn (Ruach... ruach...) Breathe on the valley and carry us on Warm every weary and waiting bone Gather the scattered and lead them home (Lead them home) [Build — full mixed choir, full and rising with hope] And they shall rise to their feet A people awakened and breathing The marrow runs warm and the heart is made whole The breath of the Living has gathered the soul (El Shaddai... gathered the soul) [Refrain — full company, now answered with joy] Can these dry bones live? (They live! They live!) Can the breath come back? (Ruach! It comes!) Can these dry bones live? (We rise! We rise!) [Outro — warm and lifting straight into the finale] (Ruach... they live... they live...) We rise... and we're going home
