Tu Voz (part. Oscar D'León)

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 brought comfort to my heart
I don't know what it is about your voice that dominates with the enchantment of magic 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 soften

Your voice that is the whisper of palms, tenderness of breeze
Your voice that is the trill of mockingbirds in the arbor
Your voice that is the moan of violins in the early mornings
God bless you, my love, your grace and your being make me dream

Your voice that is the whisper of palms, tenderness of breeze
Your voice that is the trill of mockingbird in the arbor
Your voice crystal clear stream like a waterfall
God bless you, my love, your grace and your being make me dream

And what am I to you, my black woman
Sugar

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 soften

Your voice that is the whisper of palms, tenderness of breeze
Your voice that is the trill without sounding in the arbor
Your voice crystal clear torrent like a waterfall
God bless you, my love, your grace and your being make me dream

End