Mockin' Bird Hill

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill

And kisses the roses 'round my windowsill

Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill

Of the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee

It gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning

To the mockin' bird's trill

Tra la la tweedle 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

There's a tumble-down shack and a rusty ol' mill

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

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee

It gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning

To the mockin' bird's trill

Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee

There's peace and good will

You're welcome as the flowers

On Mockin' Bird Hill

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, tweedle dee dee dee

It gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning

To the mockin' bird's trill

Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee

There's peace and good will

You're welcome as the flowers

On Mockin' Bird Hill