Mockin' Bird Hill

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill

And kisses the roses on my window sill

Then my heart fills with gladness as I hear the trill

Of the birds in the treetops on Mockingbird Hill

Tra-la-la, twee-dle-dee-dee-dee

It gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning

To the Mockingbird's trill

Tra-la-la, twee-dle-dee-dee-dee

There's peace and goodwill

You're welcome as the flowers on Mockingbird Hill

When it's late in the evening and everything's still

I survey all my kingdom on Mockingbird Hill

Me and the sky and an old whippoorwill

That's my home sweet home upon Mockingbird Hill

Tra-la-la, twee-dle-dee-dee-dee

It gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning

To the Mockingbird's trill

Tra-la-la, twee-dle-dee-dee-dee

There's peace and goodwill

You're welcome as the flowers on Mockingbird Hill