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 a bird 

That flys from the lake to the trees



My heart wants to sigh 

Like a chime that flys 

From the 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