The Sound Of Music
by Rodgers and Hammerstein


The

hills

are

a-

live

with

the

sound

of

mus-

ic,


with

songs

they

have

sung

for

a

thous-

and

years


The

hills

fill

my

heart

with

the

sound

of

mus-

ic.


My

heart

wants

to

sing

ev-

ry

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

ov-

er

stones

on

its

way,


to

sing

though

the

night

like

a

lark

who

is

learn-

ing

to

pray.



I

go

to

the

hills

when

my

heart

is

lone-

ly.


I

know

I

will

hear

what

I've

heard

be-

fore


My

heart

will

be

blessed

with

the

sound

of

mus-

ic,

and

I'll

sing

once

more.
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