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