Tralala twittledee 
tralalala twittledee 
To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's thrill 

tralala twittledee 
tralalala twittledee you're as welcome as the flowers on mockin' bird hill 

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill and kisses the roses round my window thrill then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the thrill of the birds and the treetops on mockin' bird hill 

Tralala twittledee
tralalala twittledee
You wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's thrill tralala twittledee
tralalala twittledee
you're as welcome as the flowers on mockin' bird hill 

Well there's a timbledown sheck and a rusty old mill But its my home sweet home upon mockin' bird hill 

Tralala twittledee
tralalala twittledee
You wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's thrill tralala twittledee
tralalala twittledee
you're as welcome as the flowers on mockin' bird hill


(c) Albert West