Over the Hills We Go
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Seven voices bright,
von Trapp children, hand in hand,
Maria beside—
Captain stands so tall, yet gentle,
love has taught his heart to sing.

Soft footsteps at night,
whispers float through shadowed halls,
moon holds secrets close—
seven hearts beat quick together,
love their lantern in the dark.

From the marching drums,
**** shadows drawing near,
boots echo below—
they slip past the watching silence,
fear and courage hand in hand.

Over hills they climb,
hand in hand through silver mist,
wind sings “don’t look back”—
adventure dances with danger,
hope skips lightly at their heels.