Twitle dee dee dee dee twiddle dee dee oh oh...
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When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill
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And kisses the roses round my window sill
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Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
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Of the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill
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Tra la la twitle dee dee dee it gives me a thrill
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To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's trill
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Tra la la twitle dee dee dee there's peace and good will
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You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill
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[ guitar ]
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Got a three cornered plow and an acre to till
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And a mule that I bought for a ten dollar bill
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And a tumbled down shack and a rusty ol' mill
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But it's my home sweet home up on Mockin' Bird Hill
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Tra la la twitle dee dee dee it gives me a thrill...
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[ guitar ]
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When it's late in the evening I climb up the hill
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And survey all my kingdom while everything's still
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Only me and the sky and an ol' whippoorwill
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Singin' songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill
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Tra la la twitle dee dee dee it gives me a thrill...
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Twitle dee dee dee dee twiddle dee dee oh oh...
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Mockin' Bird Hill
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| Liz Anderson |
