Mockingbird Hill
Vaughn Horton
When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill And kisses the roses 'round my windowsill, Then my heart fills with gladness when 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,
And a mule that I bought for a ten-dollar bill. There's a tumbledown shack and a rusty old mill, But it's my Home Sweet Home up on Mockingbird Hill.ez_replacebr_temp519dd2dde6b28="ez_replacebr_519dd2dde6b9a 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. 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, Singin' songs in the twilight 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. ez_replacebr_temp519dd2dde6b28="ez_replacebr_519dd2dde6b9aMidi: Mockingbird Hill
Whippoorwill: An American bird so called in imitation of the peculiar notes which it utters in the evening.
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