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 thing every song it hears.

My heart wants to beat
     Like the wings of the birds 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 lake who is learning to pray.
     I go to the hills when my heat is lonely.
     I know I will hear what I've heard before.
     My heart will be blessed with the sound of music,
     And I'll sing once more.