My house is made of flowers
The warm winds carpet the floor
Whenever theres spring showers
I open the rainbow doorThe frog, the toad, the turtle
All make my home their home
My curtains are crape mottle
And the firefly flies neath my domeIve never had money
And Ill never need none
The moon is my lamp
And my clock is the sunMy homes a home
For all those things
What grows, what flies, what sings
If it all sounds temptingAnd it do you entice
I show to the heavens
That it do make it nice
Wont you come live with meId come live with me
If I were you, if I were you
Songwriters
Truman Capote;Harold ArlenPublished by
HARWIN MUSIC CO.
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