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~
To laugh like a brook
when it trips
And falls over
stones on its way
To song 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~