An ethereal lament song written about the South Downs in Sussex, England.
Recorded live and acoustic at The Woodies Folk Evening.
LYRICS to.....
VOICES IN THE WIND
Its 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 its 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
Theres 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
Its 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
Its 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
Its in the wind I hear
As it passes my ear
Voices in the wind
Voices in the wind
Copyright 2006 Greg Harper. All Rights Reserved.
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