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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 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.
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.
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MOCKINGBIRD HILL 1951 |
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- LATWIDDLY- 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 GOOD WILL.
YOU’RE WELCOME AS THE FLOWERS
ON MOCKINGBIRD HILL.
