Lyrics
When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill
And kisses the roses 'round my windowsill,
Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
Of the birds in the treetops on Mockingbird Hill!
Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning
To the mockingbird's trill.
Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee
There's peace and good will;
You're welcome as the flowers
On Mockingbird Hill.
Got a three-cornered plow and an acre to till,
And a mule that I bought for a ten-dollar bill.
There's a tumbledown shack and a rusty old mill,
But it's my Home Sweet Home up on Mockingbird Hill.
Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning
To the mockingbird's trill.
Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee
There's peace and good will;
You're welcome as the flowers
On Mockingbird 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,
Singin' songs in the twilight on Mockingbird Hill.
Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning
To the mockingbird's trill.
Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee
There's peace and good will;
You're welcome as the flowers
On Mockingbird Hill.