My day 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 more sound, or 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 sound of a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls
Over stones in its way
To sing to the night
Like a lark that 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

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Writer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II, Richard Rodgers