  do you hear it the voices from the past spoken softly in the night i hear it as the cool wind blows i hear it with a creeping chill running down my back the voices of wise the voices of old filling my head and dreams they know so much of life and death the answers to all questions all i hear is gentle whispers not to make out a word i hear it as the night is still i hear it when my eyes are closed just concentrate and stand still to make out the voice that takes me to a different world my lullaby for sleep do you hear it the voices from the past spoken softly in the night 
