Even the wildest at heart will Sleep at the sound of your voice Mountains and stones will all tremble Melting a river of gold I do not know all your wonders I even forget who you are But when my days are all over I hope to see all the things I’ve been told Even the wildest at heart will Sleep at the sound of your voice Mountains and stones will all tremble Melting a river of gold I do not know all your wonders I even forget who you are But when my days are all over I hope to see all the things I’ve been told