the sound of music

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 a bird

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 heard before

my heart will be blessed

with the sound of music

and i'll sing once more