1. When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill,
And kisses the roses on my windowsill,
Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill,
Of the birds in the treetops on Mockingbird Hill.

CHORUS: Tra-la-la, twiddle-le-de-de, it gives me a thrill,
To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird's trill.
Tra-la-la, twiddle-le-de-de, there's peace and good will.
You're welcome as the flowers on Mockingbird Hill.

2. Got a three-cornered plow and an acre to till,
And a mule that I bought for a ten-dollar bill.
Got a tumble-down shack and a rusty old mill,
But it's my home sweet home up on Mockingbird Hill.

3. When it's late in the evening I climb up the hill,
And survey my kingdom while everything's still,
Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill,
Singing songs in the moonlight on Mockingbird Hill.


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