When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill

An' kisses the roses 'round my window sill

Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill

Of the birds in the tree tops on mockin' bird hill

When it's late in the evenin' I climb up the hill

An' 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