I
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 book, when it trips, and falls,
Over stones On it way
To sing through The Night
Like a lark, who is learning, to pray
II
I know I will hear What I heard Before
My Heart will be blessed With the sound of, Mu sic
And I sing Once More