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 treetops 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
Ah-la-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
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
la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
