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Introduction
Oh, “Mockin’ Bird Hill” by Hank Snow and Anita Carter—what a delightful gem from 1962! Imagine sitting on a porch swing on a sunny afternoon, sipping lemonade with your best friend, as you listen to this tune. That’s the kind of warmth and simplicity this song brings to life.
Hank Snow and Anita Carter, both legends in their own right, came together to create a rendition that feels like a sweet embrace. Hank’s smooth, storytelling voice paired with Anita’s angelic harmonies make for a perfect blend that transports you to a simpler time. It’s as if they’re inviting you to join them on a leisurely walk up Mockin’ Bird Hill, where worries seem to float away with the gentle breeze.
This song is special not just for its catchy melody, but for the emotions it stirs—a nostalgic longing for carefree days. It perfectly captures the essence of country living, where the pace is slower and the heart is light. You can almost hear the birds chirping along in the background, adding to the idyllic charm.
“Mockin’ Bird Hill” also holds a cherished spot in music history. Originally popularized by Patti Page in the early ’50s, it was covered by numerous artists, but Hank and Anita’s version brings a unique country flair that resonates with fans even today. Their collaboration breathes new life into the song, offering a fresh yet timeless take.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to escape to a place where life feels as simple and joyful as this song suggests? Maybe it’s time to find your own Mockin’ Bird Hill—a space where you can unwind and reconnect with the joys of nature and nostalgia. What memories or places does this song bring to mind for you?
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Lyrics
When the sun in the morning 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 treetops on Mockin’ Bird Hill
Tra la la twitle dee dee dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockin’ bird’s trill
Tra la la twitle dee dee dee there’s peace and good will
You’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin’ Bird Hill
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When it’s late in the evening I climb up the hill
And survey all my kingdom while everything’s still
Only me and the sky and an ol’ whippoorwill
Singin’ songs in the twilight on Mockin’ Bird Hill
Tra la la twitle dee dee dee…
You’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin’ Bird Hill
You’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin’ Bird Hill