Musik og tekst VAUGHN HORTON
When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill
And kisses the roses round my window sill,
Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
Of the birds on the tree tops on MOCKIN' BIRD HILL.
TRALA LA TWITTLE-DEE DEE DEE, it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the mornin' to the mockin' bird's trill:
TRALA LA TWITTLE-DEE DEE DEE, there's peace and good will,
You're welcome as the flowers on MOCKIN' BIRD HILL.
Got a three cornered plough and an acre to till
And a mule that I bought for a ten dollar bill,
There's a tumble down shack and a rusty ol' mill,
But it's my Home Sweet Home up on MOCKIN' BIRD HILL.
TRALA LA TWITTLE-DEE DEE DEE, it gives me a' thrill
To wake up in the mornin' to the mockin' bird's trill.
TRALA LA TWITTLE-DEE DEE DEE, there's peace and good will;
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 ev'ry thing's still;
Only me and the sky and an ol' whippoorwill,
Singin' songs in the twilight on MOCKIN' BIRD HILL.
TRALA LA TWITTLE-DEE DEEDEE, it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the mornin' to the mockin' bird's trill:
TRALA LA TWITTLE-DEE DEE DEE, there's peace and good will;
You're welcome as the flowers on·MOCKIN' BIRD HILL.
Så syng da, for h..... - Hilsen Gamle Per
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