Mockin' Bird Hill (Re-Recorded)

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 the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill

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 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

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

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee
There's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill