La mélodie du bonheur: the hills are alive

The hills are alive
With the sound of music
With sangs they 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 to beat like the wings
Of the birds that rise
From the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sight
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 throught the night
Like a lake is learning to pray
I go to the hills
When my 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