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Tuning: E A D G B E
FThe hills are alive with the sound Eof music, With F6songs they have sung for a thousand BbyeaC7rs. The Fhills fill my heart with the sound of Emusic. My Fheart wants to Bbsing ev'ry CsonC7g it Fhears.
My heart wants to Bbbeat like the Bbdimwings of the biFrds that rise from the Bblake Bbdimto the treFes. My hBbeart wants to Bbdimsigh like a Fchime that flies from a G7church G7-5on a bCreeze, to Bblaugh like a Bbdimbrook when it Ftrips and falls over Bbstones Bbdimon its Fway, to sDming thDm6rough the nAmight, like a lDmark who is lG7earning to pCray.
C7I gFo to the hills when my heart is lEonely I kFnow I will hear what I've heard befBboreBbm. My hFeart will be blessedAm with the sound of mBbusic Gm7 and I'll sAming oC7nce mFore.