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ThFe hills are alive with the sound ofE music, With Dmsongs they have sung Dm7for a thousand years. Bb C7 The Fhills fill my heart with the sound of Emusic. My Dmheart wants to sing ev'rBby song it hCearC7s. F
My heart wants to beat like Bbthe wings of the birCds that rise Dm F from the Bblake Cto theF trees. My heart wanBbts to sigh likCe a chime that flDmies F from a church onG a breG7eze, C to Bblaugh like a brook wChen it trips and faDmlls F over stones onBb itsC way, F to sDming thDm6rough the nAmight, like a lDmark who is lG7earning to pCray.
C7I gFo to the hills when my heart is lEonely I kDmnow I will hear what I've heard befoBbre.Bbm My hFeart will be blessedAm with the sound of mBbusic Gm7 and I'll sAming oC7nce mFore.