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