The hills are alive
With the sound of music
With songs they have sung
For a thousand years
The hills fill my heart
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 in it's way
To sing through the night
Like a lark who is learning to prey
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
And I'll sing once more
