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When the sun in the mornin' 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 mornin' 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 HillGot a three cornered plow and an acre to tillAnd a mule that I bought for a ten dollar billGot a tumbledown shack and a rusty ol' millBut it's my home sweet home up on Mockin' Bird HillTra la la twitle dee dee dee...[ piano ]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... From Letras Mania