When the sun in the morning peaks 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 Mockin'bird Hill.
Tra la la tweedle e dee dee,It gives me a thrill.
To wake up in the morning to the mockin'bird's trill.
Tra la la tweedle e dee dee, there's peace and goowill.
You're as welcome as the flowers on Mockin'bird Hill.
Got a three corner plow and an acre to till.
And a mule that i bought for a ten dollar bill.
There's a tumbledown shack and an old rusted mill,
But they're 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.
There's just me and the sky and an old whip-poor-will,
Singin' songs to the twilight on Mockin'bird Hill.