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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.

Tra la la, twitle dee dee dee, it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird’s trill

Tra la la, twitle 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 three dollar bill

There’s a tumbledown shack and a rusty ol' mill

But it’s my home sweet home up on Mockin' Bird Hill.

Tra la la, twitle dee dee dee, it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird’s trill

Tra la la, twitle dee dee dee. there’s peace and good will

You’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill.

--- Whistles ---

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

Singing songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill.

Tra la la, twitle dee dee dee, it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird’s trill

Tra la la, twitle dee dee dee. there’s peace and good will

You’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill.

You’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill…

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