"Voices" lyrics
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 'til the end begins
Oh my children stand by me 'til 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
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
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
La la
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 'til the end begins
Oh my children stand by me 'til 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
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
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
La la
Writer(s): Barry Alan Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb
