Kevin Browne: Songs
I Hear Your Voice
(Kevin Browne)
I hear your voice singing in the choir on a Sunday morning
I hear your voice as you listen from the kitchen, requesting another song
Here are your sons, mother
Wading deep, deep into the river, into this river
Here are your sons, mother
And even though the voices fade away
We’ll kneel to pray, together, today
I hear your harmonica ringing, it’s the Shenandoah River
I hear your voice clear and strong, like only you can deliver
Here are your sons, father
Climbing up, up from the valley, up from this valley
Here are your sons, father
And even though the voices fade away
We’ll kneel to pray, together, today
And from watching my mother feed my baby brother I learned tenderness
And from watching my father work hard every day I learned to earn my wages
Here are your sons…