Lyric House Of Flowers

My house is made of flowers
The warm winds carpet the floor
Whenever there s spring showers
I open the rainbow door
The frog, the toad, the turtle
All make my home their home
My curtains are crape mottle
And the firefly flies neath my dome
I ve never had money
And i ll never need none
The moon is my lamp
And my clock is the sun
My home s a home
For all those things
What grows, what flies, what sings
If it all sounds tempting
And it do you entice
I show to the heavens
That it do make it nice
Won t you come live with me
I d come live with me,
If i were you...if i were you!