Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it
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gives me a thrill
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To wake up in the morning
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to the mockin' bird's trill
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Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee
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There's peace and goodwill
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You're welcome as the
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flowers on Mockin'bird Hill
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When the sun in the
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mornin' peeps over the hill
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And kisses the roses
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'round my windowsill
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Then my heart fills with
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gladness when I hear the trill
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Of those birds in the treetops
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on Mockin'bird Hill
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Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it
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gives me a thrill
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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
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flowers on Mockin'bird Hill
|
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When it's late in the evenin'
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I climb up the hill
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And survey all my kingdom
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while everything's still
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Only me and the sky
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and an old whippoorwill
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Singing songs in the twilight
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on Mockin'bird Hill
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Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it
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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 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
|
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Mockin' Bird Hill
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| Various Artists |
