Mockin' Bird Hill - Slim Whitman

When the sun in the morning 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 Mockingbird Hill

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee

It gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning

To the mockingbird’s trill

Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee

There’s peace and good will

You’re welcome as the flowers

On Mockingbird 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 old mill

But it’s my Home Sweet Home up on Mockingbird Hill

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee

It gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning

To the mockingbird’s trill

Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee

There’s peace and good will

You’re welcome as the flowers

On Mockingbird 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 old whippoorwill

Singin' songs in the twilight on Mockingbird Hill

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee

It gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning

To the mockingbird’s trill

Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee

There’s peace and good will

You’re welcome as the flowers

On Mockingbird Hill