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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 So I look and I wait and I listen For the voices that urge me to stay Yes I look and I wait and I listen For one more sound One more 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 the chime that flies from a church on a breeze To laugh like a brook as it trips and falls over stones on its way To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to prey 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. |
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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens; Brown paper packages tied up with strings; These are a few of my favorite things. Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels; Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles; Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings; These are a few of my favorite things. Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes; Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes; Silver-white winters that melt into springs; These are a few of my favorite things. When the dog bites, When the bee stings, When I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, And then I don't feel so bad. |
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Do, a deer, a female deer
Re, a drop of golden sun Mi, a name I call myself Fa, a long, long way to run So, a needle pulling thread La, a note to follow so Ti, a drink with jam and bread That will bring us back to Do, oh, oh, oh Do, a deer, a female deer Re, a drop of golden sun Mi, a name I call myself Fa, a long, long way to run So, a needle pulling thread La, a note to follow so Ti, a drink with jam and bread That will bring us back to Do, a deer, a female deer Re, a drop of golden sun Mi, a name I call myself Fa, a long, long way to run So, a needle pulling thread La, a note to follow so Ti, a drink with jam and bread That will bring us back to dooooo! do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do-so-do |
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Edelweiss Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me Small and white Clean and bright You look happy to meet me Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow Bloom and grow forever Edelweiss Edelweiss Bless my homeland forever |
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