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