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!