Patti Page - Mockin' Bird Hill Lyrics
Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-deeIt gives me a thrillTo wake up in the morning to the mockingbird's trillTra-la-la, twiddly-dee-deeThere's peace and goodwillYou're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird HillWhen the sun in the morningPeeps over the hill,And kisses the roses 'round my windowsillThen my heart fills with gladnessWhen I hear the trillOf the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird HillTra-la-la, twiddly-dee-deeIt gives me a thrillTo wake up in the morning to the mockingbird's trillTra-la-la, twiddly-dee-deeThere's peace and goodwillYou're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird 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 Mockin' Bird HillTra-la-la, twiddly-dee-deeIt gives me a thrillTo wake up in the morning to the mockingbird's trillTra-la-la, twiddly-dee-deeThere's peace and goodwillYou're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird HillTra-la-la, twiddly-dee-deeThere's peace and goodwillYou're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill