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 ev’ry 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 hear what I’ve heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I’ll sing once more