Patti Page - Mockin bird hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee i^Abt gives me a th^Ebrill ^BbTo wake up in the morning to the ^Ebmockin' bird's trill Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee, there's ^Abpeace and good^Ebwill ^BbYou're welcome as the flowers on ^EbMockin'bird Hill

When the sun in the mornin' peeps^Ab over the hill And^Bb kisses the roses 'round ^Ebmy windowsill Then my heart fills with gladness ^Abwhen I hear the trill Of those ^Bbbirds in the treetops on ^EbMockin'bird Hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it^Ab gives me a ^Ebthrill ^BbTo wake up in the morning to the ^Ebmockin' bird's trill Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee, there's^Ab peace and good^Ebwill You're^Bb welcome as the flowers on ^EbMockin'bird Hill

When it's late in the evenin' I ^Abclimb up the hill And surve^Bby all my kingdom while ev^Eberything's still Only me and the sky and an ^Abold whippoorwill Singing^Bb songs in the twilight on ^EbMockin'bird Hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it^Ab gives me a ^Ebthrill ^BbTo wake up in the morning to the ^Ebmockin' bird's trill Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee, there's^Ab peace and good^Ebwill You're^Bb welcome as the flowers on ^EbMockin'bird Hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee, there's^Ab peace and good^Ebwill You're^Bb welcome as the flowers on ^EbMockin'bird Hill ^{Fm Eb}