The hills are alive.
With songs they have sung.
the hills fill my heart with the sound
My heart wants to sing every song.
to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake
to sigh like a chime that flies from a church bell.
John agrees to laugh like a bro.
To sing through the night Like a lark who is late
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
Sing once.
more.
