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 treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill
Tra la la twitle dee dee dee it gives me a thrill To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's trill Tra la la twitle dee dee dee there's peace and good will You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' 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' whippoorwill Singin' songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill Tra la la twitle dee dee dee... You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill
