The hills are alive With the sound of musicWith songs they have sung For a thousand yearsThe hills fill my heart With the sound of musicMy heart wants to sing every song it hearsMy heart wants to beat like the wings of a birdThat rise from the lake to the treesMy heart wants to sigh like a chime that fliesFrom a church on a breezeTo laugh like a brook when it trips and fallsOver stones on its way To sing through the nightLike a lark who is learning to prayI go to the hills when my heart is lonelyI know I will hear what I heard beforeMy heart will be blessedWith the sound of music