When the sun in the morning 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, twiddle-lee-dee-dee, it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird's trill
Tra-la-la, twiddle-lee-dee-dee, there's peace and goodwill
You're 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 everything's still
Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill
Singing songs in the twilight on Mockingbird Hill

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