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 a chime that flies

from a church on a breeze

to laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on it's 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.

Hope you enjoyed! I.M.A.