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 goo..