The Voice

by Celtic Woman

“Listen, my child,” you sang 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.
Now do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long.
I am the voice 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.

[Added November 6, 2009.]