Mockin' Bird Hill Lyrics - Hank Snow

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill 

And kisses the roses round my window sill 

Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill 

Of the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill 

Tra la la twitle dee dee dee it gives me a thrill 

To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's trill 

Tra la la twitle dee dee dee there's peace and good will 

You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill 

[ guitar ] 

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 ol' whippoorwill 

Singin' songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill 

Tra la la twitle dee dee dee... 

You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill 

You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill