The Hills Are Alive
The glory of the Lord is shining all around these days, it makes me want to break forth in song, so I have taken an old classic and have adapted the words to what I feel as I look at the beauty of the season. I only wish I would sound like Julie Andrews if I were to sing it.
The hills are alive with the golden color
With hues they have shown for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the joy of seasons
My heart takes pleasure in what the eyes see.
My heart wants to beat like migrating birds that fly down from the north to the south
My heart rejoices like a child skipping down a leaf covered lane
To laugh like a stream when it trips and falls over stones on its way
To sing through the day like a choir honoring their great King.
With hues they have shown for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the joy of seasons
My heart takes pleasure in what the eyes see.
My heart wants to beat like migrating birds that fly down from the north to the south
My heart rejoices like a child skipping down a leaf covered lane
To laugh like a stream when it trips and falls over stones on its way
To sing through the day like a choir honoring their great King.
I go to the hills when my heart is joyful
I know I will see what I've seen before
My heart will be blessed by the golden color
And I'll praise my God.
I know I will see what I've seen before
My heart will be blessed by the golden color
And I'll praise my God.
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