Song: Mocking Bird Hill Artist: Slim Whitman
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When the sun in the morning
Peeps over the hill
And kisses the roses
Round my windowsill
Then my heart fills with gladness
When I hear the trill
Of the birds in the treetops
On Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning
To the mockingbird's trill
Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
There's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers
On Mockin' Bird Hill

When it's late in the evening
I climb up the hill
And survey all my kingdom
While everything's still
Only me and the sky
And an old whippoorwill
It is my home
Sweet home above mocking hill

Rebecca Lin 2010 Autumn In USA