Mockin' Bird Hill Lyrics - Jean Shepard

When the sun in the mornin' 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 mornin' 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 

Got a three cornered plow and an acre to till 

And a mule that I bought for a ten dollar bill 

Got a tumbledown shack and a rusty ol' mill 

But it's my home sweet home up on Mockin' Bird Hill 

Tra la la twitle dee dee dee... 

[ piano ] 

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...