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 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 it's 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've heard before.
My heart will be blessed
with the sound of music.
Hope you enjoyed! I.M.A.
