The Sound Of Music

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 ev'ry 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 prey



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