The House Of The Singing Bamboo - Rosemary Clooney

Got a place in the sun

A particular one

On a tropical avenue;

Far away from it all

That I happily call

The house of singing bamboo

On the windier days

Seems an orchestra plays

On a musical breeze for you;

Like a merry salute

From a heavenly flute

To 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 true

When you live in a house

In a house of singing bamboo