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...