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 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