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