Tone: [Am]
The[F]The hills are alive with the sound of [E]music,
With [F]songs they have sung for a thousand [Bb]yea[C7]years.
The [F]hills fill my heart with the sound of [E]music.
My [F]heart wants to [Bb]sing ev'ry [C]son[C7]song it [F]hears.
My heart wants to [Bb]beat like the [Bb]wings of the birds that rise
from the [Bb]lake [Bb]to the tre[F]trees.
My h[Bb]heart wants to [Bb]sigh like a chime that flies
from a [G7]church [G7]on a b[C]breeze,
to [Bb]laugh like a [Bb]brook when it [F]trips and falls
over [Bb]stones [Bb]on its [F]way,
to s[Dm]ing th[Dm]rough the n[Am]ight, like a l[Dm]ark who is l[G7]earning to p[C]ray.
[C7]I g[F]go to the hills when my heart is l[E]lonely
I k[F]now I will hear what I've heard bef[Bb]ore[Bbm].
My h[F]eart will be blessed[Am] with the sound of m[Bb]usic [Gm7]
and I'll s[Am]ing o[C7]nce m[F]ore.
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