Mockin' Bird Hill

*Mocking Bird Hill* Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee, it gives me a thrill To wake up in the morning to the mocking bird,s trill Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee, there,s peace and goodwill You,re welcome as the flowers on mocking bird hill 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 those birds in the treetops on mocking bird hill Trala-la, tweedlee dee dee, it gives me a thrill To wake up in the morning to the mocking bird,s trill Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee, there,s peace and goodwill You,re welcome as the flowers on mocking bird hill When it.s late in the evening I climb up the hill And survey all my kingdom while everythng,s still Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill Singing songs in the twilight on mocking bird hill