thd 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 music my heart wants to sing
every song it hears my heart wants to beat
like the wings
of the birds that rise
from a church on a breeze
to laugh like a brook
when it trips and falls
over stones on its way
to sing though the night
like a lark who is leaming to pray
i go th the hills hearts is loney
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