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 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 evening, I climb up the hill
And survey all my kingdom while everything's still
Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill
Singin' 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