As sure as gold is precious and honey's sweet;
So You love this city and You love these streets:

Every child out playing by their own front door;
Every baby laying on the bedroom floor.

Every dreamer dreaming in their dead end job;
Every driver driving through the rush hour mob.

I feel it in my spirit, feel it in my bones;
You're gonna send revival, bring them all back home.

Chorus:
I can hear that thunder in the distance like a train on the edge of town
I can feel the brooding of Your Spirit: "Lay your burdens down; lay your burdens down!"

From the preacher preaching when the well is dry
To the lost soul reaching for a higher high

From the young man working through his hopes and fears
To the widow walking through the veil of tears

Every man and woman, every old and young;
Every fathers daughter, every mother's son.

I feel it in my spirit, feel it in my bones
You're gonna send revival, bring them all back home.

Chorus:
I can hear that thunder in the distance like a train on the edge of town
I can feel the brooding of Your Spirit: "Lay your burdens down; lay your burdens down!"

robin mark - revival