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 be made

I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone

The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow

Now do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long

I am the force that in 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 will be made

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain

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