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 and 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 Springtime will grow

I am the voice of the past that will always be

Filled with my sorrow 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 of 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