Mockin' Bird Hill

Mocking Bird Hill - Burl Ives (布勒·埃夫斯)

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hills

And kisses the roses round my window sill

Then my heart fills with gladness

When I hear the thrill

Of the birds in the tree tops round mocking bird hill

Tra-la-laaah-twill-adee-dee it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning round mocking bird hill

Tra-la-laaah-twill-adee-dee theres peace and good will

Your welcome as the flowers round mocking bird hill

Got a 3 cornered plow and a tinker to till

And a mule that I bought for a 2 dollar bill

Theres a tumbled down shack and a rusty old mill

But it's my home sweet home round mocking bird hill

Tra-la-laaah-twill-adee-dee it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning round mocking bird hill

Tra-la-laaah-twill-adee-dee theres peace and good will

Your welcome as the flowers round mocking bird hill

When it's late in the evening I climb up the hill

And survey all my kingdom while everythings still

Only me and the sky and an old whiporwill

Singing songs in the twilight on mocking bird hill

Tra-la-laaah-twill-adee-dee it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning round mocking bird hill

Tra-la-laaah-twill-adee-dee theres peace and good will

Your welcome as the flowers round mocking bird hill

Twill-adee-dee

Twill-adee-dee