The hills are aliveWith the sound of musicWith songs they have sungFor a thousand years The hills fill my heartWith the sound of musicMy heart wants to sing ev'ry song it hears My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birdsThat rise from the lake to the treesMy heart wants to sigh like a chime that fliesFrom a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook when it trips and fallsOver stones on its wayTo sing through the nightLike a lark who is learning to pray I go to the hillsWhen my heart is lonelyI know I will hearWhat I've heard before My heart will be blessedWith the sound of musicAnd I'll sing once more
