My days in the hills have 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 aare voices that urge me to stay.
So I pause and I wait and I listen,
For one more sound,
For one more lovely thing that the hills might say. 

The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs, 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 sigh like the chime that flies from a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook as 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