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,
