Tu Voz

I don't know what it is about your voice that fascinates
I don't know what it is about your voice so divine
That in a magical flight brings comfort to my heart
I don't know what it is about your voice that dominates
With the enchantment of magic to my passion

Your voice entered my being and I have it captive
Your voice that is the tolling of bells at the evening's end
Your voice that is the moan of violins in the early mornings

It's the divine power you have, my love, to shake me
Your voice that is the whisper of palms, tenderness of breeze
Your voice that is the trill of mockingbirds in the arbor
Your voice crystal clear stream, like a waterfall
God bless you, my love, your grace and your being
That make me dream

It's the divine power you have, my love, to shake me
Your voice that is the whisper of palms, tenderness of breeze
Your voice that is the trill of mockingbirds in the arbor
Your voice crystal clear stream, like a waterfall
God bless you, my love, your grace and your being
That make me dream
That make me dream