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Your Voice

Nancy Kelly
Penned in 1977


LINER NOTES:  The music to this song began in a piano practice room in the music building at BSU when I was a student there. (I was supposed to be practicing a classical piece by Franz Liszt and was making mistakes. so I got a little distracted...) The idea for the lyric came to me a few years earlier when our family lived in Klamath Falls Oregon.  I  was a sophmore in high school and while walking home from school one day, there was something in the breeze and how it played with the autumn leaves that felt like a voice whisper.  Sometimes it feels like God is speaking to me in subtle nuances.  but if I tell that to others, it sounds a bit presumptuous . Of course, that kind of God speak can happen for anyone who wants to hear. 



You whisper in my heart so clearly

I hear the breeze of your voice speaking dearly

The gentleness of You floats downward to me

like Autumn leaves lightly drift groundward

I can see Your love in the changing of colors once

Summer green turned to Autumn’s sweet red wine

There was a time the frost kept stalling

yet I could hear the Springtime of You faintly calling

When I met You my heart softly melted

like a Winter’s pond melts in the new Spring

now I can sing...

I can see Your love in the changing of colors

once Summer green turned to Autumn’s Sweet red wine

lei dei dei dei...

C nancykellymusic 2004

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