My day in the hills    Has come to an end, I know.    A star has come out    To tell me it's time to go.    But deep in the dark green shadows,    There are voices that urge me to stay.    So I pause and I wait and I listen,    For one more sound,    For one more lovely thing    That the hills might say!       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 heard before.    My heart will be blessed    With the sound of music    And I'll sing once more.