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.
Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do!
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 brings us back to Do-oh-oh-oh
a deer, a female deer
a drop of golden sun
a name I call myself
A long long way to run
So, a needle pulling thread
La, a note to follow So
Ti, a drink with jam and bread
and that brings us back to do
High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo
Folks in a town that was quite remote heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
Lusty and clear from the goatherd's throat heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo
O ho lay dee odl lee o, o ho lay dee odl ay
O ho lay dee odl lee o, lay dee odle lee o
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.
Girls in a 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.