The Sound Of Music

My days in the hills has come to an end, I know.
A star has come out to tell me it's time to go.
But deep in the dark green shadows are voices that urge me to stay.
So I pause and I wait and I listen for one mere sound, for one more lovely thing that the hills might say.

The hills are alive with the sound of music.
With songs he 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 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 the 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.

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music And I'll sing once more