the voice

Celtic Woman

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.