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

Captain: I go to the hills when my heart is lonely

I know I will hear what I heard before

My heart will be blessed with the sound of music

And I’ll sing once more