The wind calls your name, get out of your bed Go on out to the hills, the wind will lead Just when we prevail, the hangman is here Hear his boots and see the figure passing by Echoes of him have been heard Spiritually he is all intact Say your prayer

We will prevail Hope is not lost Weep no more Grieve no more This is our moment Will you stand with me? This is my confession Mark these words, we will rise Let the strength of your words