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