The [E] hills are alive with the sound of mu [E7] sic
With [E] songs they have sung for a thousand [A] years [B]
The [E] hills fill my heart with the sound of mu [E7] sic
My [E] heart wants to [A] sing every [B] song it [E] hears
My [E] heart wants to [A] beat like the wings of the [E] birds that rise from the [A] lake to the [E] trees
My [A] heart wants to sigh like a [E] chime that fliesfrom a [F#7] church on a [B7] breeze
To [A] laugh like a brook when it [E] trips and falls [A] over stones on its [E] way
To [C#m] sing through the [G#m] night like a [C#m] lark who is [F#7] learning to [B7] pray
I [E] go to the hills when my heart is [E7] lonely
I [E] know I will hear what I've [A] heard be [B] fore
My [E] heart will be blessed [G#m] with the sound of [A] music
[F#m] ...And I'll [B] sing [B7] once [E] more
