Mocking Bird Hill - Slim Whitman

Mocking Bird Hill - Slim Whitman



                            When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill

                            And kisses the roses 'round my windowsill

                            Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill

                            Of the birds in the treetops on Mockingbird Hill

                            Tra-la-la twiddly-dee-dee-dee it gives me a thrill

                            To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird's trill

                            Tra-la-la twiddly-dee-dee there's peace and goodwill

                            You're welcome as the flowers on Mockingbird Hill

                            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 old rusty mill

                            But it's my home sweet home on Mockingbird Hill

                            When it's late in the evening I climb up the hill

                            And survey all my kingdom while every thing's still

                            only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill

                            It's my home sweet home on Mockingbird Hill