Mockin' Bird Hill

When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill

And kisses the roses round my window sill

Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill

Of the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra la la twitle dee dee dee it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the mornin' to the mockin' bird's trill

Tra la la twitle dee dee dee there's peace and good will

You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill

Got a three cornered plow and an acre to till

And a mule that I bought for a ten dollar bill

Got a tumbledown shack and a rusty ol' mill

But it's my home sweet home up on Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra la la twitle dee dee dee...

When it's late in the evening I climb up the hill

And survey all my kingdom while everything's still

Only me and the sky and an ol' whippoorwill

Singin' songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra la la twitle dee dee dee...