The Sound Of Music by Julie Andrews

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 its 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.
And I'll sing once more.