Mocking Bird Hill

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill
And kisses the roses 'round 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, 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
A mule that I bought for a ten-dollar bill
There's a tumble-down shack and an old rusty mill
Is my home sweet home upon 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
Is my home sweet home upon 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