Hank Snow
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 Mockin' Bird HillTra la la twitle dee dee dee it gives me a thrillTo wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's trillTra la la twitle dee dee dee there's peace and good willYou're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill[ guitar ]When 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 ol' whippoorwillSingin' songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird HillTra la la twitle dee dee dee...You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird HillYou're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill
From Letras Mania