When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill
Kisses the roses 'round my windowsill
Then my heart fills with gladness, as I hear the trill
Of the birds in the treetops, on Mockin' Bird Hill
Tralala, tralalaleedee, it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning, to the mockin' bird's trill
Tralala, tralalaleedee, there's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers, on Mockin' Bird 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
It's my home sweet home, upon 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 ol' whippoorwill
Is my home sweet home, upon Mockin' Bird Hill
Tralala, tralalaleedee, it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning, to the mockin' bird's trill
Tralala, tralalaleedee, there's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers, on Mockin' Bird Hill
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