She indeed did not draw attention to the man down the very dirt road so lost in her music while she played, if she had she wouldn't be inclined to sing as she soon started, a melody that her family sang many times along the roads.<br/><br/>[i]I hear your voice on the wind<br/>And I hear you call out my name<br/><br/>"Listen, my child," you say to me<br/>"I am the voice of your history<br/>Be not afraid, come follow me<br/>Answer my call, and I'll set you free"<br/><br/>I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain<br/>I am the voice of your hunger and pain<br/>I am the voice that always is calling you<br/>I am the voice, I will remain.[i]<br/><br/>She did indeed love this song and to play her music along the road, for you never knew who you met along the roads and who wouldn't love a little entertainment along the way.<br/><br/>((m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgDqrziAryw">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgDqrziAryw</a>mto get an idea of the song and voice I imagine her to have))