Old Voice

Old voice
 Calling from the mountains
 Calling from the mountains
 The water rushes down
 Old voice
 Calling from the snow fields
 Tumble down the rock face
 Rushing to the sea
 How I wish I could fly with you
 But I have clipped my wings
 One day, I will fly with you
 When the telling heals the pain
 Old voice
 Echo down the valleys
 Echo down the valleys
 Until there is no sound
 No sound
 But my heartbeat
 And my heartbeat is pounding like a drum
 How I wish I could fly with you
 But I have clipped my wings
 One day, I will fly with you
 When the telling heals the pain
 Old voice
 Calling from the mountains
 Calling from the mountains
 The water rushes down
 Old voice
 Beckon from the snow fields
 Tumble down the rock face
 Rushing to the sea
 How I wish I could fly with you
 But I have clipped my wings
 One day, I will fly with you
 When the telling heals the pain
 When the telling heals the pain
 When the telling heals the pain