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