The hills are alive With the sound of music With song they have sung. For a thousands years The hills feel 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 on the trees My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies From the church on a breeze To luagh like s brook when it trips and falls over stones on it's way To sing through the night, like a lark who's learning to play. I go to the hills, when my heart is lonely I know i'll hear What I've heard before My heart will be blessed With the sound of the music