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