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