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 thing 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 lake who is learning to pray.

I go to the hills when my heat 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.