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MOCKING BIRD HILL Words & Music By Vanghn Horton |
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1 When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill, And kisses the roses round my window still, Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill, Of the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird HIll * * * Tra-la-la twittle-dee dee dee, it gives me a trill, To wake up in the mornin' to the mockin' birds trill, Tra-la-la twittle-dee dee dee, there's peace and good will, You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill. 2 Got a threecornered plow and an acre to till, And a mule that I bought for a ten dollars bill, There's a tumble down shack and a rusty ol' mill, But it's my Home up on Mockin' Bird Hill, * * * |