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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 mockin' bird's trill |
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Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee |
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There's peace and goodwill |
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You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin'bird Hill |
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When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill |
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And kisses the roses 'round my windowsill |
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Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill |
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Of those birds in the treetops on Mockin'bird Hill |
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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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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 tumble-down shack and a rusty old mill, |
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But it's my home sweet home up on Mockin'bird Hill |