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

I know I will hear what

I''ve heard before

My heart will be

blessed with the

sound of music

And I''ll sing once more