Mom And Dad?s Waltz - Lefty Frizzell, The Pinetoppers

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill

And kisses the roses by my window sill

Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill

Of those birds in the tree tops on Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird’s trill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, there’s peace and goodwill

You’re welcome as the flowers on the Mockin' Bird Hill

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ee-la-ooh-ooh

Got a three cornered plow and an acre to till

And a mule that I bought for a ten dollar bill

There’s a tumbledown shack and a rusty ol' mill

But it’s my home sweet home up on Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird’s trill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, there’s peace and goodwill

You’re welcome as the flowers on the Mockin' Bird Hill

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ee-la-ooh-ooh

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

And survey all my kingdom while everything’s still

Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill

Singing songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, it gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird’s trill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, there’s peace and goodwill

You’re welcome as the flowers on the Mockin' Bird Hill

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ee-la-ooh-ooh

Quando il sole al mattino fa capolino oltre la collina

E bacia le rose vicino al mio davanzale

Poi il mio cuore si riempie di gioia quando sento il trillo

Di quegli uccelli sulle cime degli alberi su Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, mi dà un brivido

Svegliarsi al mattino con il trillo del beffardo

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, c'è pace e buona volontà

Sei il benvenuto come i fiori sulla Mockin' Bird Hill

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ee-la-ooh-ooh

Ho un aratro a tre angoli e un acro da coltivare

E un mulo che ho comprato per una banconota da dieci dollari

C'è una baracca in rovina e un vecchio mulino arrugginito

Ma è la mia casa dolce casa su Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, mi dà un brivido

Svegliarsi al mattino con il trillo del beffardo

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, c'è pace e buona volontà

Sei il benvenuto come i fiori sulla Mockin' Bird Hill

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ee-la-ooh-ooh

Quando è sera tardi salgo su per la collina

E controlla tutto il mio regno mentre tutto è fermo

Solo io e il cielo e un vecchio frustino

Cantare canzoni al crepuscolo su Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, mi dà un brivido

Svegliarsi al mattino con il trillo del beffardo

Tra-la-la, tweedlee-dee-dee, c'è pace e buona volontà

Sei il benvenuto come i fiori sulla Mockin' Bird Hill

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ah-ooh

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ooh-ah

Tweedlee-dee-dee, ee-la-ooh-ooh