Greg Harper Music - VOICES IN THE WIND

VOICES IN THE WIND

It's alone I stand
On this ancient land
With the wind blowing across my face
It blows from the past
Five thousand years pass
As it goes on it's endless way

But in the wind I hear
As it passes my ear
Voices in the wind

As I think back in time
Wooden palisades flint mines
Hillsides once covered with green trees
But now as I gaze
There's a cloud of exhaust haze
And poison vapours in the breeze

But in the wind I hear
As it passes my ear
Voices in the wind

And now below the downs
It's all sirens and sound
And the felling of the last few hundred trees
As the town still expands
And the money changes hands
Is there anyone can stop this madness please

But in the wind I hear
As it passes my ear
Voices In the wind

So as I stand on the ring
It's with the voices I sing
A host of heavenly sound
To the ones that are gone
And the ones yet to come
Voices lost then found

It's in the wind I hear
As it passes my ear
Voices in the wind
Voices in the wind