The Sound of Music

The hills are alive

With the sound of music

With songs they have sang

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

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