歌词
The hills are alive
With the sound of music
With songs they have sang
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 to beat like the wings of the bird
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 loke a brooke when it trips and fall over stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray