Lyrics

Been down so low, you know, you know
A valley of dry bones, a hungry ghost
A haunted house, I'm a walking dead woman
Can these bones live, you know you know

Take me by the hand
Lead me to the land of the living, the living
For the faint and poor
Open up the door to the living, the living
The land of the living

Been down so long, my light grown dim
A pile of ashes, a soul grown thin
Hollow, empty, and full of winter wind
I ask again, can these bones live

Take me by the hand
Lead me to the land of the living, the living
For the faint and poor
Open up the door to the living, the living
Take me by the hand
Lead me to the land of the living, the living
To the sun and green
To the flowing streams of the living, the living
The land of the living

When I rise, when I run
When daylight comes with its warmth and healing
I will sing the songs of the living