Celtic Woman Follow

I hear your voice on the wind
And I here 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 throuought 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 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
I am The Voice.