SOUND OF MUSIC 1959 |
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,
AND I’LL SING ONCE MORE.
