Slim Whitman - Mocking bird hill

^CWhen the ^G7sun in the morning peeps ^Cover the hill And ^D7kisses the roses 'round ^G7my windowsill Then my heart fills with gladness when ^CI hear the trill Of the ^D7birds in the treetops on ^G7Mockingbird Hill

Tra-la-la twiddly-dee-dee-dee it ^Cgives me a ^G7thrill To ^D7wake up in the morning to the ^G7mockingbird's trill Tra-la-la twiddly-dee-dee there's ^Cpeace and good^G7will You're ^D7welcome as the flowers on ^G7Mockingbird Hill

Got a three cornered plow and an ^Cacre to till And a ^D7mule that I bought for a ^G7ten dollar bill There's a tumble down shack and a ^Cold rusty mill But it's ^D7my home sweet home on ^G7Mockingbird Hill

When it's late in the evening I ^Cclimb up the hill And sur^D7vey all my kingdom while ^G7every thing's still Only me and the sky and an ^Cold whippoorwill It's ^D7my home sweet home on ^G7Mockingbird Hill