Mockin' Bird Hill
(Adress: Rosenhill)
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.
Tra-la-la, twit-tle-dee-dee........
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.
Tra-la-la, twit-tle-dee-dee........
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