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 morning peeps over the hill,
and kisses the roses 'round my windowsill,
then my heart fills with laughter when I hear the trill
of those birds in the tree tops on Mockin' Bird Hill.
When it's late in the evening 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.