MOCKING BIRD HILL
Patti Page
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 treetop on Mocking Bird Hill.
Tra-la-la twittle dee dee, it gives me a thrill
to wake up in the morning to the mocking bird's trill.
Tra-la-la twittle dee dee, there's peace and goodwill.
You're welcome as the flowers on Mocking Bird 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 ol' mill,
but it's my home sweet home up on Mocking Bird Hill.
Tra-la-la twittle dee dee, it gives me a thrill
to wake up in the morning to the mocking bird's trill.
Tra-la-la twittle dee dee, there's peace and goodwill.
You're welcome as the flowers on Mocking Bird 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 ol' whippoorrwill,
singing songs in the twilight on Mocking Bird Hill.
Tra-la-la twittle dee dee, it gives me a thrill
to wake up in the morning to the mocking bird's trill.
Tra-la-la twittle dee dee, there's peace and goodwill.
You're welcome as the flowers on Mocking Bird Hill.
