The Sound Of Music
The hills are alive with the sound of musicWith songs they have sung for a thousand yearsThe hills fill my heart with the sound of musicMy heart wants to sing every 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 breezeTo 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 hills when my heart is lonelyI know I will hear what I've heard beforeMy heart will be blessedWith the sound of musicAnd I'll sing once more