The Voice

(see Celtic Woman feed) 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 Never 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 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