| 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 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. |