Every little hour - every little day -
every little mile along the long, long way,
I can hear You calling. I can hear You sing.
I can hear Your Music in the winds of Spring.

Anytime I wonder - anytime I say -
"Don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way."
I can hear You whisper, softer than a sigh -
"Don't worry about 'where' - Babe -
think about 'why'."

A roaring in the wind. A whisper on the breeze.
Morning birdsong drifting through the forest trees.
Somewhere in the heart, where time has sorted it all-
I can hear You sing. I can hear You call.

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Every little memory Every little dream
shining like the sunlight on a mountain stream.
Down the years I hear it. Through the soul it rings.
I can hear You calling. I can hear You sing.

Anywhere I wander, whether high or low,
I hear You in the thunder - I feel You in the snow.
Even when I'm lonely, we're never far apart.
I can hear You drumming a solo in my heart.

A roaring in the wind. A whisper on the breeze.
Morning birdsong drifting through the forest trees.
Somewhere in the heart, where time has stored it all,
 I can hear You sing! I can hear You call!

Compliments of "Future Folk Music"