Lyrics
[verse]
Up on the ridge where the wild roses climb,
There's a little cabin lost in summertime.
Every morning when the golden light breaks through,
A songbird sings the sweetest tune I ever knew.
[chorus]
Up on Mockin' Bird Hill, up on Mockin' Bird Hill,
Where the mornings are lazy and the world stands still.
I could stay forever listening to that trill,
Living easy up on Mockin' Bird Hill.
[verse]
The brook runs singing past the old oak tree,
And the honeysuckle vine hangs so wild and free.
I traded city streets for a quiet, simple view,
And I found more peace than I ever thought I knew.
[chorus]
Up on Mockin' Bird Hill, up on Mockin' Bird Hill,
Where the mornings are lazy and the world stands still.
I could stay forever listening to that trill,
Living easy up on Mockin' Bird Hill.
[bridge]
Some folks chase their fortune in the noisy town,
But I found mine right here where the sun goes down.
Just a porch, a breeze, and a melody that's free —
That little hill is heaven as far as I can see.
[chorus]
Up on Mockin' Bird Hill, up on Mockin' Bird Hill,
Where the mornings are lazy and the world stands still.
I could stay forever listening to that trill,
Living easy up on Mockin' Bird Hill.
