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