When the sun in the mornin` peeps over the hill
And kisses the roses `round my windowsill
Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
Of those birds in the treetops 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 Mockin`bird Hill
Ah~~
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 the old whippoorwill
Singing songs in the twilight on Mockin`bird Hill
Tr-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
Mockin`bird Hill ... **