Voices

 Sweet voices calling wild, echoing around this child
 Sweet Faith I'll be joining you, when my story's over
 Dee doo doo doo dah dee doo doo doo doo doo dee doo doo doo dee doo dah day
 Small secrets in the wind, blowing till the end begins
 Oh my children stand by me till my story's over
 Dee doo doo doo dah dee doo doo doo doo doo dee doo doo doo dee doo dah day
 
 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
 The spoke of people in the snow
 And distant places long ago
 The spoke of fire and falling rain
 Of health and wealth and death and pain Nah....
 
 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 pain
 
©1974 Barry, Robin & Maurice Gibb
 vom Album 'Mr Natural'