Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee
dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the
morning to the mockin' bird's trill
Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee
dee
There's peace and
goodwill
You're welcome as the
flowers on Mockin'bird Hill.
When the sun in the
mornin' peeps over the hill
And kisses the roses
'round my windowsill
Then my heart fills
with gladness when I hear the trill
Of those birds in the treetops on Mockin'bird Hill.
When it's late in the
evenin' I climb up the hill
And survey all my
kingdom while everything's still
Only me and the sky and
an old whippoorwill
Singing songs in the
twilight on Mockin'bird Hill.
'Entertainment' in our society has truly deteriorated since those days.
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