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.
The hills are alive with the sound of music. With songs they have sung for a thousand years.
Climb every mountain... Till you find your dream.
I look to the hills. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, Maker of Heaven and earth.