When the Sun in the mornin' peeks 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 Mocking Bird Hill Tra-la-la-twiddlee-dee-dee It gives me a thrill To wake up in the mornin' to the mockingbird's trill Tra-la-la-twiddlee-dee-dee There's peace and goodwill You're welcome as the flowers on Mocking Bird Hill Got a three-cornered plow and an acre to till And the mule that I bought for a ten dollar bill There's a tumbled-down shack and an old rusty mill But it's my home sweet home here on Mocking Bird Hill Tra-la-la-twiddlee-dee-dee It gives me a thrill To wake up in the mornin' to the mockingbird's trill Tra-la-la-twiddlee-dee-dee There's peace and goodwill You're welcome as the flowers on Mocking Bird Hill When it's late in the evenin', I climb up the hill And survey all my kingdom while everything's still Only me and the sky and an old whip-poor-will Singin' songs in the twilight on Mocking Bird Hill Tra-la-la-twiddlee-dee-dee It gives me a thrill To wake up in the mornin' to the mockingbird's trill Tra-la-la-twiddlee-dee-dee There's peace and goodwill You're welcome as the flowers on Mocking Bird Hill