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 beat like the wings of the birds
that rise from the lake to the trees
My hearts wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a chruch 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 learing to pray
I go to the hills when my heart do lonely i know i will hear
What Ive heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music and I'll sing once more

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