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

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