| When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill
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| And kisses the roses by my window sill
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| Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
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| Of those birds in the tree tops on Mockin' Bird Hill
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| Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, it gives me a thrill
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| To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird’s trill
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| Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, there’s peace and goodwill
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| You’re welcome as the flowers on the Mockin' Bird Hill
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ooh
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ee-la-ooh-ooh
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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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| There’s a tumbledown 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, tweedlee-dee-dee, it gives me a thrill
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| To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird’s trill
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| Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, there’s peace and goodwill
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| You’re welcome as the flowers on the Mockin' Bird Hill
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ooh
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ee-la-ooh-ooh
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| When it’s late in the evenin' 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 old whippoorwill
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| Singing songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill
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| Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, it gives me a thrill
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| To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird’s trill
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| Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, there’s peace and goodwill
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| You’re welcome as the flowers on the Mockin' Bird Hill
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ooh
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah
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| Tweedlee-dee-dee, ee-la-ooh-ooh |