The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs that I sung for a thousand years
The hills feel 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 rises from the lake to the trees
My hearts wants to sigh like a chime that flies
For 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 hearts 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
