The hills are alive with the sound of music
My heart wants to beat 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
The hills are alive with the sound of music
The hills are alive with the sound of, sound of, sound of...
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 learning to pray
The hills are alive with the sound of music
The hills are alive with the sound of, sound of, sound of...
My heart wants to beat 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
The hills are alive with the sound of music
The hills are alive with the sound of, sound of, sound of...
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 learning to pray
The hills are alive with the sound of music
The hills are alive with the sound of, sound of, sound of...
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