theres a mockingbird singing outside my window theres a little girl calling my name and i hear your voice its the sound of your voice theres a gentle breeze whispering stories and secrets through the branches of the old willow tree and i hear your voice its the sound of your voice god you know how much i wish i could just hear you say the words and answer all the questions everybodys asking but until i hear you speak will you help me hear the songs youre singing over all this noise i will be listening for the sound of your voice theres a little boys eyes looking up from a postcard hes asking will you show me love and i hear your voice i hear the sound of your voice theres a woman whos crying cause her hope is dying and a friend whispers you are not alone and i hear your voice i hear the sound of your voice god you know how much i wish i could just hear you say the words and answer all the questions everybodys asking but until i hear you speak will you help me hear the songs youre singing over all this noise i will be listening for the sound of your voice i will be listening for the sound of your voice i will be listening for the sound of your voice and ill close my eyes for a moment when i open them again youll be standing there face to face and ill sing for joy and i will finally hear your voice i will be listening for the sound of your voice ill be listening i will be listening i will listen for the sound of your voice with every sunrise you tell me again how your mercies are new how your love never ends i will be listening for the sound of your voice in the crash of the thunder in the roar of the waves i hear your strong arm calling my name i will be listening for the sound of your voice the sound of your voice i am listening i am listening