The Voice

I hear the 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 Ill set you free [Chorus] 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 summers gone The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow Never did 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