I’ll pour my spiritOn all fleshYour sons and daughtersWill prophesyYour old menShall dream dreamsAnd your young menShall see visionsI’ll pour my spiritOn all fleshYour sons and daughtersWill prophesyYour old menShall dream dreamsAnd your young menShall see visionsAcross the ruined fieldsAcross the mourning landThey will return to meThey will return to me