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 a chime that flies from a church on a breeze, To
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These are a few of my favorite things.
Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudel. Door bells 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 and blue satin sashes, Snow-flakes that stay on my nose and eye-lashes, Silver white win-ters that melt into spring,
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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Blossom of snow will you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever...
Edelweiss... edelweiss, bless my homeland forever!
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