When the sun in the morning creeps 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 in the treetops and the mocking birds trill Tra la la twiddly dee dee it gives me a thrill To wake up in the morning on Mockingbird hill Tra la la twiddly dee dee there's peace and goodwill Your welcome as the flowers on Mockingbird hill When it's late in the evening I climb up the hill And survey all my kingdom while eveything's still Only me and the sun and an old Whipoorwill Sing a song in the twilight on Mockingbird hill Tra la la twiddley dee dee it gives me a thrill To wake up in the morning to the Mocking birds trill Tra la la twiddly dee dee there's peace and goodwill You're welcome as the flowers on mocking bird hill.