Mockin' Bird Hill (1951)
CHORUS Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's trill Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee There's peace and goodwill You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin'bird Hill
When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill And kisses the roses 'round my windowsill Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill Of those birds in the treetops on Mockin'bird Hill
CHORUS:
When it's late in the evenin' I climb up the hill And survey all my kingdom while everything's still Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill Singing songs in the twilight on Mockin'bird Hill
CHORUS X 3 with FADE on third
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It has been reported (but I can't confirm!!!)
that other versions may contain an additional verse:
Got a three cornered plow and an acre to till And a mule that I bought for a ten dollar bill There's a tumble-down shack and a rusty old mill, But it's my home sweet home up on Mockin'bird Hill.
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