Celtic Woman "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. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |