The voice of the sky, I want to hear.
I want to closely hear the voice of the wind.
The voice of the ocean, I want to know.
It is the voice of yours that I am searching for.
Unlikely our hands will never touch.
Unlikely but this feeling has grown so much.
The murmur of a river, the hush of a mountain.
Resounding inside of me, I hear your voice.
If I close my eyes, I hear it coming near.
It's your voice washing over, your rolling laughter.
To your voice if I plead, over ocean I can reach.
Today, again, I'm singing.
Let me go with the voice of the ocean.
The voice of the sky, I want to hear.
I want to closely hear the voice of the wind.
The voice of the ocean, I want to know.
It is the voice of yours that I am searching for.
As the years come and go, I'll take care of my own.
And still then, I'll be singing.
It's only you that I'm thinking.
The voice of the ocean, the voice of the wind.
To the voice of the sky, to the voice of the sun.
The voice of the river, to the voice of the mountain.
Let my voice go with you -
