| With songs they have sung for a thousand years
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| The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
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| My heart wants to sing every song it hears
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| My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
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| that rise from the lake to the trees
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| My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
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| from a church on a breeze
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| To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over
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| stones on its way
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| To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray
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| I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
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| I know I will hear what I’ve heard before
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| My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
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| And I’ll sing once more
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| Climb every mountain
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| Search high and low
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| Follow every byway
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| Every path you know
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| Climb every mountain
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| Ford every stream
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| Follow every rainbow
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| 'Till you find your dream
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| A dream that will need
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| All the love you can give
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| Every day of your life
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| For as long as you live
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| Climb every mountain
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| Ford every stream
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| Follow every rainbow
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| Till you find your dream!
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| When you walk through a storm
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| Hold your head up high
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| And don’t be afraid of the dark
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| At the end of the storm
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| Is a golden sky
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| And the sweet silver song of a lark
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| Walk on through the wind
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| Walk on through the rain
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| Though your dreams be tossed and blown
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| Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
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| And you’ll never walk alone
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| You’ll never walk alone! |