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 the 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