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 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
 Singin' songs in the twilight 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
 
 Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
 There's peace and goodwill
 You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill