Mockin' Bird Hill - George Jones, Gene Pitney

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill\nAnd kisses the roses round my window sill\nThen my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill\nOf the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill.\nTra la la, twitle dee dee dee, it gives me a thrill\nTo wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird’s trill\nTra la la, twitle dee dee dee. there’s peace and good will\nYou’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill.\nGot a three cornered plow and an acre to till\nAnd a mule that I bought for a three dollar bill\nThere’s a tumbledown shack and a rusty ol' mill\nBut it’s my home sweet home up on Mockin' Bird Hill.\nTra la la, twitle dee dee dee, it gives me a thrill\nTo wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird’s trill\nTra la la, twitle dee dee dee. there’s peace and good will\nYou’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill.\n--- Whistles ---\nWhen it’s late in the evening I climb up the hill\nAnd survey all my kingdom while everything’s still\nOnly me and the sky and an ol' whippoorwill\nSinging songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill.\nTra la la, twitle dee dee dee, it gives me a thrill\nTo wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird’s trill\nTra la la, twitle dee dee dee. there’s peace and good will\nYou’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill.\nYou’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill…