Titel: Mockin' bird hill
Bekend onder andere titels: Birds hill
Auteur: Roots Syndicate
Songtext:

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Tra-la-la, twit-tle-lee-dee dee, tra-la-la, twit-tle-lee-dee
To wake up, in the morning, to the mockin' bird's trill
Tra-la-la, twit-tle-lee-dee dee, tra-la-la, twit-tle-lee-dee
You're as welcome as the flowers on Mockin' bird Hill.

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill.
And kisses the roses 'round my window sill;
And my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill,
of the birds in the tree tops on Mockin's bird Hill.

Got a threecornered plow and an acre to till
And a mule that I bought for a ten dollar bill;
There's a tumbletown shack and a rusty ol'mill
But it's my Home Sweet Home up on Mockin' bird Hill.

When it's late in the evening I climb up the hill
And survey all my kingdom while ev'ryting's still;
Only me and the sky and al ol' whippoorwill
Singin' songs in the twilight on Mockin' bird Hill.