When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill
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And kisses the roses 'round my window sill
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Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
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Of those birds in the tree tops on mockin' bird hill
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Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill
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To wake up in the morning 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 flowers on the mockin' bird hill
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[Instrumental Interlude]
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When it's late in the evenin' I climb up the hill
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And survey all my kingdom while everything's still
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Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill
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Singing songs in the twilight on mockin'bird hill
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Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill
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To wake up in the morning 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 flowers on the mockin' bird hill
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Mockin' Bird Hill
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| Les Paul & Mary Ford |
