There's a voice I heard
echoing in the wind,
the voice I heard,
that repeats and rescind.

There's a voice that calls,
calls to me, my love,
the voice that calls to me and says, "Come back, fight your way to me!"

There's a voice out there,
that rings sweet and true,
a voice out there, that tells me what to do.

The voice can sing,
a melodious tune,
it rings through the nippy air,
as I stare at the face of the moon.

This is the voice that calls my name,
this is the voice who stays the same,
through age and time, it doesn't matter,
for when ever she calls, it makes me sadder.

Oh wondrous siren, how you sing your sweet lullaby,
but how I long for a single touch,
but how I know, for when I do, I surely shall die.

The voice I heard, and hear yet still in my head,
the laughter, that echoes, echoes, and echoes, even as I lie in bed.

The voice I hear, that calls to me,
is a voice I wish to see.

The voice of sweet spring and summer,
the voice that belongs
to only her.