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MOCKIN' BIRD HILL (Vaughn Horton) 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. cho: Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee It gives me a thrill, To wake up in the morning To the mockin' bird's trill. Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee There's peace and good will; You're welcome as the flowers On Mockin' 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 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. Copyright Cromwell Music, Inc. @country @home @bird filename[ MCKBRDHL TUNE FILE: MCKBRDHL CLICK TO PLAY RG  8note Sheet |
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