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
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites, when the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad
Edelweiss, Edelweiss Every morning you greet me Small and white, clean and bright You look happy to meet me Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow Bloom and grow forever Edelweiss, Edelweiss Bless my homeland forever
Doe, a deer, a female deer Ray, a drop of golden sun Me, a name I call myself Far, a long long way to run Sew, a needle pulling thread La, a note to follow so Tea, a drink with jam and bread That will bring us back to Do, oh oh oh
Climb every mountain, Search high and low, Follow every byway, Every path you know.
Climb every mountain, Ford every stream, Follow every rainbow, 'Till you find your dream.
A dream that will need All the love you can give, Every day of your life For as long as you live.