The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears
My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that
Rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that
Flies from a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray
I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
And I know I will hear what I've heard before
And my heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing once more