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