Campfire Songs
Run by the Retired Scouter.

Retired Scouter Campfire Songs 

Mockin' Bird Hill

When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill,
And 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.


Tra-la-la twittle-dee-dee-dee
It gives me a trill,
To wake up in the mornin' to the
Mockin' birds trill;
Tra-la-la twittle-dee-dee-dee
There's peace and goodwill;
You're welcome as the flowers
On Mockin' Bird Hill.

Got a three-cornered plow and an acre to till,
And a mule that I bought for a ten dollar bill;
There's a tumble-down shack and a rusty old mill,
But it's my home sweet home up on Mockin' Bird Hill.


When it's late in the evening, I climb up the hill,
And survey my kingdom while everything's still:
Only me and the sky and an old whip-poor-will,
Sing-in' songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill.