Bones of Elisha
We reach with our dying hands
To grasp for a new life
Like touching the bones of Elisha
Like lying on a pile of bones
From eons now long past
We’ve desired and we rise again
Warmed by the seven rays of the sun
We tread on the path of all pilgrims
The stars as our loving guide
Will shine in spacious skies
As we glow like ancient fireflies
Crossing great oceans of time
Reaching through the veil of clouds
Enshrouded in promised lands
We will stand on the bones of Elisha
We’ll be standing on a pile of bones
We’ll be standing on a pile of bones
We’ll be standing on a pile of bones
We’ll be standing on a pile of bones