露水的世

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THE SOUND OF MUSIC

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,
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 a chime that flies  
From a church on a breeze,

To laugh like a brook  
When 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.