Wednesday, September 22, 2010

THE SOUND OF MUSIC

PATTI PAGE , 1960

The hills are alive.. with the sound of music.
With songs they have sung..
For thousand years
The hills fill my heart.. with the sound of music
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 hearts wants to sigh like a chime
That flies from a 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
This sound of music
And I’ll sing once more

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