Mockin�f Bird Hill

Tra-lala twitle-dee dee dee it gives me a trill To wake up in the mornin�f to the Mockin�f Bird Hill Tra-lala twitle-dee dee there�fs peace and good will You�fre welcome as the flowers on Mockin�f Bird Hill 1. �@When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill    �@And kisses the roses round my window still    �@Then my heart tills with gladness when I hear the trill of the birds in the tree tops on Mockin�f Bird Hill  Rep  Tra-lala twitle-dee dee dee it gives me a trill        To wake up in the mornin�f to the Mockin�f Bird Hill        Tra-lala twitle-dee dee there�fs peace and good will        You�fre welcome as the flowers on Mockin�f Bird Hill 2. �@When it�fs late in the evening I climb up the hill   �@ And swvey all my kingdom while every things-still   �@ Only me and the sky and the ol�f whip-poor will  �@  Singing song in the twilight on Mockin�f Bird Hill