Guy Mitchell
House of Singing Bamboo
Got a place in the sun,A particular one,On a tropical avenue;Far away from it all,That I happily callThe house of singing bamboo.On the windier days,Seems an orchestra playsOn a musical breeze for you;Like a merry saluteFrom a heavenly fluteTo the house of singing bamboo.So here I'll stay, nevermore to roam,From my new old-fashioned South Sea home.You don't have to count sheep,That's for "Little Bo Peep"You can sleep till the sun peeks through;You can dream any dream,For you know that your dreams come trueWhen you live in a house,In a house of singing bamboo.
From Letras Mania