Sweet voices calling wild Echoing around this child Sweet Faith, I'll be joining you, But when my story's over
Small secrets in the wind Blowing till the end begins Oh my children, stand by me Till my story's over
If I were you and you were me Those voices they would cease to be They won't be free to torment me again But in my bed again last night, Those voices spoke of wrong and right They spoke of darkness and of light They spoke of weakness and of might They spoke of people in the snow And distant places long ago They spoke of fire and falling rain Of health and wealth and death and pain
Sweet voices calling wild Echoing around this child Sweet Faith, I'll be joining you When my story's over
If I were you and you were me Those voices they would cease to be They won't be free to torment me again But in my bed again last night, Those voices spoke of wrong and right They spoke of darkness and of light They spoke of weakness and of might They spoke of people in the snow And distant places long ago They spoke of fire and falling rain Of health and wealth and death and pain
They spoke of people in the snow And distant places long ago They spoke of fire and falling rain Of health and wealth and death and painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
