Mockin’ Bird Hill Songtext
von Patti Page

Tra-la-la, tweedlee, dee-dee, it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning, to the mockingbird′s trill
Tra-la-la, tweedlee, dee-dee
There's peace and goodwill
You′re welcome as the flowers, on Mockingbird Hill

When the sun in the mornin', 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 treetops, on Mockingbird Hill


Tra-la-la, tweedlee, dee-dee, it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning, to the mockingbird′s trill
Tra-la-la, tweedlee, dee-dee
There′s peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers, on Mockingbird 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 whippoorwill
Singing songs in the twilight, on Mockingbird Hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee, dee-dee, it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning, to the mockingbird's trill
Tra-la-la, tweedlee, dee-dee
There′s peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers, on Mockingbird Hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee, dee-dee
There's peace and goodwill
You′re welcome as the flowers, on Mockingbird Hill