Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird`s trill
Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
There`s peace and goodwill
You`re welcome as the flowers on Mockin` Bird Hill
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 Mockin` Bird Hill
Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird`s trill
Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
There`s peace and goodwill
You`re welcome as the flowers on Mockin` Bird 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 Mockin` Bird Hill
Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird`s trill
Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
There`s peace and goodwill
You`re welcome as the flowers on Mockin` Bird Hill
Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
There`s peace and goodwill
You`re welcome as the flowers on Mockin` Bird Hill