Mockin' Bird Hill
T&M: Vaughn Horton
When the sun in the mornin' 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 of Mockin' Bird Hill.
Tra-la-la, twit-tle-dee-dee, it gives me a trill,
to wake up in the mornin' to the mockin' birds trill.
Tra-la-la, twit-tle-dee-dee, there's peace and good will,
you're welcome as the flowers on the Mockin' Bird Hill.
Got a threecornered plow and an acre to till,
and a mule tha I bought for a ten dollar bill.
There's a thumbledown shack and a rusty ol' mill,
but it's my home sweet home on the Mockin' Bird Hill.
When it's late in the evening I climb up the hill,
and survey all my kingdom while everytning's still.
Only me and the sky and an ol' wipoorwill,
singin' song in the twilight on Mockin Bird Hill.