The Voice (Ian Carey Remix)

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 Ill 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 summers gone;
The dance of the leaves when the Autumn winds blow.
Neer 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.