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