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Mockin’ Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, twiddle-dee dee dee,

it gives me a thrill,

To wake up in the morning to the mockingbirds' trill,

Tra-la-la, twiddle-dee 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 tree tops on Mockin' Bird Hill.

Tra-la-la, twiddle-dee dee dee,

it gives me a thrill,

To wake up in the morning to the mockingbirds' trill,

Tra-la-la, twiddle-dee dee dee,

there's peace and goodwill,

You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill.

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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,

Singing songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill.

Tra-la-la, twiddle-dee dee dee,

it gives me a thrill,

To wake up in the morning to the mockingbirds' trill,

Tra-la-la, twiddle-dee dee dee,

there's peace and goodwill,

You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill.

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