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