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 those birds in the tree tops on mockin' bird hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill

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

Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee

There's peace and goodwill

You're welcome as the flowers on the mockin' bird hill

[Instrumental interlude]

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

And survey all my kingdom while everything's still

Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill

Singing songs in the twilight on mockin'bird hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill

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

Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee

There's peace and goodwill

You're welcome as the flowers on the mockin' bird hill