Sunday, March 10, 2024
Gregory Porter - Dry Bones
I won't die, won't bury, won't sink'Cause love is a spirit I drinkI'll be free in the morning light'Cause your touch is the medicine of lifeThere's a dance to this beat, let's shakeEvery move 'til my body awakeThere's a sound, you and me are oneAnd your hope is the rhythm I drum
Is your soul in the desert?Are your dreams in the sand?Can't dance with the devil'Til he's off your back
'Cause these dry, dry bonesGonna rise up, gonna rise up'Cause these dry, dry bonesGonna rise up, gonna rise up'Cause these dry, dry bonesGonna rise up, gonna rise up'Cause these dry, dry bonesGonna rise up, gonna rise upGonna rise up, gonna rise upGonna rise up, gonna rise upGonna rise up, gonna rise up
Take my hand, let it set you freeKeep on working on your destinyThere's healing in the air, get touchedCan you feel it? 'Cause the message is love, ah
Is your soul in the desert?Are your dreams in the sand?Can't dance with the devil'Til he's off your back
'Cause these dry, dry bonesGonna rise up, gonna rise up'Cause these dry, dry bonesGonna rise up, gonna rise up'Cause these dry, dry bonesGonna rise up, gonna rise upDry, dry bonesRise up, gonna rise upGonna rise up, gonna rise upGonna rise up, gonna rise upGonna rise
Them bones, them bones, them dry bonesThem bones, them bones, them dry bonesThem bones, them bones, them dry bonesThem bones, them bones, them dry bonesThem bones, them bones, them dry bones (hey)
Rise, riseRise, riseRise, rise Rise, rise (hey)
Oh-oh, rise upOh-oh, rise upOh-oh (hey)
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