Mockingbird 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 Mockingbird Hill

Tra-la-la twiddly-dee-dee-dee it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird’s trill

Tra-la-la twiddly-dee-dee there’s peace and goodwill

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 old rusty mill

But it’s my home sweet home on Mockingbird Hill

When it’s late in the evening I climb up the hill

And survey all my kingdom while every thing’s still

Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill

It’s my home sweet home on Mockingbird Hill

Tra-la-la twiddly-dee-dee-dee it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird’s trill

Tra-la-la twiddly-dee-dee there’s peace and goodwill

You’re welcome as the flowers on Mockingbird Hill