The Voice de 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.