The Voice
I hear your voice on the windAnd I hear you call out my name
'Listen my child', you say to me'I am the voice of your historyBe not afraid, come follow meAnswer my call and I'll set you free'
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rainI am the voice of your hunger and painI am the voice that always is calling youI am the voice, I will remain
I am the voice in the fields when the summer's goneThe dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blowNe'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter longI am the force that in springtime will grow
I am the voice of the past that will always beFilled with my sorrow and blood in my fieldsI am the voice of the futureBring me your peaceBring me your peace and my wounds, they will heal
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rainI am the voice of your hunger and painI am the voice that always is calling youI am the voice
I am the voice of the past that will always beI am the voice of your hunger and painI am the voice of the futureI am the voice
I am the voiceI am the voiceI am the voice