Jeff Beck
Mockin' Bird Hill
When the sun in the morning peeps over the hillAnd kisses the roses 'round my window sillThen my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trillOf the birds in the treetops on Mockingbird HillTra la la, tweedle dee dee deeIt gives me a thrillTo wake up in the morningTo the mockingbird's trillTra la la tweedle dee dee deeThere's peace and good willYou're welcome as the flowersOn Mockingbird HillGot a three-cornered plow and an acre to tillAnd a mule that I bought for a ten-dollar billThere's a tumble-down shack and a rusty old millBut it's my Home Sweet Home up on Mockingbird HillTra la la, tweedle dee dee deeIt gives me a thrillTo wake up in the morningTo the mockingbird's trillTra la la tweedle dee dee deeThere's peace and good willYou're welcome as the flowersLetras de cancionesOn Mockingbird HillWhen it's late in the evening I climb up the hillAnd survey all my kingdom while everything's stillOnly me and the sky and an old whippoorwillSingin' songs in the twilight on Mockingbird HillTra la la, tweedle dee dee deeIt gives me a thrillTo wake up in the morningTo the mockingbird's trillTra la la tweedle dee dee deeThere's peace and good willYou're welcome as the flowersOn Mockingbird Hill
From Letras Mania