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

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