House Of Flowers
Harold Arlen / Truman Capote
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!