The Voice

I hear your voice on the wind

And I hear you call out my name,



'Listen, my child!' you say to me,

'I am the Voice of your history,

Be not afraid - come follow me,

Answer my call and I'll set you free.'



I am the Voice in the wind and the pouring rain,

I am the Voice of your hunger and pain;

I am the Voice that always is calling you,

I am the Voice - I will remain



I am the Voice in the fields when the summer's gone,

The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow;

Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long;

I am the force that in the springtime will grow.



I am the Voice of the past that will always be,

Filled with my sorrows and blood in my fields;

I am the Voice of the future,

Bring me your peace, bring me your peace, and my wounds they will heal



I am the Voice in the wind and the pouring rain,

I am the Voice of your hunger and pain;

I am the Voice that always is calling you,

I am the Voice



I am the Voice in the past that will always be

I am the Voice of your hunger and pain;

I am the Voice of the future,

I am the Voice, I am the Voice,I am the Voice, I am the Voice.