Mockingbird Hill

Les Paul & Mary Ford
Mockingbird Hill
When The Sun in the Morning peeps over the Hill
and Kisses the Roses on my Window still.
And my heart feels be gladly when I hear the trill,
of a Birds in the Treetops on Mockingbird Hill.
Tralala treadlely dede it gives me a Thrill,
to wake up in the Morning on the Mockingbird Hill
Tralala treadlely dede there is peace and goodwill.
To wake up the Morning on the Mockingbird Hill.
When is late in the evening I climb up the Hill,
and survey of my Kingdom while everything still.
Only me and the Sky and the Moon with the Ring
singing something a twilight on the Mockingbird Hill