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 myrtle 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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
