The Sound of Music

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 laugh like a brook

When it trips and falls

Over stones on its way

To sing through the night

Like a lark who is learning to pray

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

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

- Reverend Mother.

- Sister Bernice.

- I simply cannot find her.

- Maria?

She's missing again.

We should've put a cowbell

around her neck.

Have you tried the barn? You know

how much she adores the animals.

I have looked everywhere.

In all of the usual places.

Sister, considering it's Maria...

...I suggest you look in someplace

unusual.

Well, Reverend Mother...

...I hope this new infraction ends

whatever doubts...

...you may still have

about Maria's future here.

I always try to keep faith

in my doubts, Sister Berthe.

After all, the wool of a black sheep

is just as warm.

We are not talking about sheep,

black or white, Sister Margaretta.

Of all the candidates for

the novitiate, Maria is the least...

Children, children.

We were speculating about

the qualifications of our postulants.

The Mistress of Novices

and the Mistress of Postulants...

...were trying to help me

by expressing opposite points of view.

Tell me, Sister Catherine,

what do you think of Maria?

She's a wonderful girl,

some of the time.

- Sister Agatha?

- It's very easy to like Maria...

...except when it's difficult.

- And you, Sister Sophia?

- Oh, I love her very dearly.

But she always seems to be

in trouble, doesn't she?

Exactly what I say.

She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee

Her dress has got a tear

She waltzes on her way to Mass

And whistles on the stair

And underneath her wimple

She has curlers in her hair

I've even heard her singing

In the abbey

She's always late for chapel

But her penitence is real

She's always late for everything

Except for every meal

I hate to have to say it

But I very firmly feel

Maria's not an asset to the abbey

I'd like to say a word in her behalf

Say it, Sister Margaretta.

Maria makes me laugh

How do you solve a problem like Maria?

How do you catch a cloud

And pin it down?

How do you find a word

That means Maria?

A flibbertigibbet

- A will-o'-the-wisp

- A clown

Many a thing you know

You'd like to tell her

Many a thing she ought to understand

But how do you make her stay

And listen to all you say?

How do you keep a wave upon the sand?

How do you solve a problem like Maria?

How do you hold a moonbeam...

...in your hand?

When I'm with her I'm confused

Out of focus and bemused

And I never know exactly where I am

- Unpredictable as weather

- She's as flighty as a feather

- She's a darling

- She's a demon

She's a lamb

She'll out pester any pest

Drive a hornet from its nest

She can throw a whirling dervish

Out of whirl

- She is gentle, she is wild

- She's a riddle, she's a child

- She's a headache

- She's an angel

She's a girl

How do you solve a problem like Maria?

How do you catch a cloud

And pin it down?

How do you find a word

That means Maria?

- A flibbertigibbet

- A will-o'-the-wisp

A clown

Many a thing you know

You'd like to tell her

Many a thing she ought to understand

- But how do you make her stay

- And listen to all you say?

How do you keep a wave upon the sand?

How do you solve a problem like Maria?

How do you hold a moonbeam...

...in your hand?

You may go in now, Maria.

Come here, my child.

Now sit down.

Reverend Mother, I'm sorry.

I couldn't help myself.

- The hills were beckoning and before...

- Dear.

I haven't summoned you for apologies.

Please let me ask for forgiveness.

If you'll feel better.

Yes, you see,

the sky was so blue today...

...and everything was so green and

fragrant, I had to be a part of it.

The Untersberg led me higher like

it wanted me to go through the clouds.

Suppose darkness had come

and you were lost?

Mother, I could never be lost

up there.

That's my mountain.

I was brought up on it.

It was the mountain that led me

to you.

When I was a child,

I would come down and climb a tree...

...and look in your garden.

I'd see the sisters at work

and hear them sing.

Which brings me to another

transgression, Reverend Mother.

I was singing out there today.

Only in the abbey do we have rules

about postulants singing.

I can't stop wherever I am.

Worse, I can't seem to stop

saying things.

Everything I think and feel.

Some call that "honesty."

Oh, but it's terrible,

Reverend Mother!

You know how Sister Berthe makes me

kiss the floor after a disagreement?

Lately, I kiss the floor

when I see her coming to save time.

Maria...

...when you saw us over the wall

and longed to be with us...

...that didn't mean you were prepared

for the way we live here, did it?

No, Mother, but I pray and I try.

And I am learning. I really am.

What is the most important lesson

you have learned here?

To find out what is the will of God

and do it wholeheartedly.

Maria...

...it seems to be God's will

that you leave us.

- Leave?

- Only for a while.

No, Mother!

Please don't send me away!

This is where I belong. It's my home,

my family. It's my life.

- Are you truly ready for it?

- Yes, I am.

If you go out into the world for a

time, knowing what we expect of you...

...you will find out

if you can expect it of yourself.

I know what you expect, Mother,

and I can do it! I promise I can!

Yes, Mother.

If it is God's will.

There is a family near Salzburg that

needs a governess until September.

- September?

- For seven children.

Seven children?!

Do you like children?

Well, yes, but seven!

I will tell Captain von Trapp

to expect you tomorrow.

Captain?

A retired officer of the Imperial

Navy. A fine man and a brave one.

His wife died,

and he is alone with the children.

I understand he has had a difficult

time keeping a governess there.

Why difficult, Reverend Mother?

The Lord will show you

in His own good time.

When the Lord closes a door...

...somewhere He opens a window.

What will this day be like?

I wonder

What will my future be?

I wonder

It could be so exciting

To be out in the world

To be free

My heart should be wildly rejoicing

Oh, what's the matter with me?

I've always longed for adventure

To do the things I've never dared

Now here I'm facing adventure

Then why am I so scared?

A captain with seven children

What's so fearsome about that?

I must stop these doubts and worries

If I don't I just know I'll turn back

I must dream of the things

I am seeking

I am seeking the courage I lack

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