Sopra spirit, raises the fallen
Restores the wounded, old pain
Come to heal
Sopra spirit, bringing life
Board cuts
I can hear the sound of your act
Makes up the valley
It sets up the dry bones
With your po - der, is restore
The multitude of fallen
It makes you a strong people
Marching on the earth when the wind blows
When the wind blows
Everything will move
All around the place
When the wind blows: g (around the 2nd stanza)