Guy Mitchell - The House Of Singing Bamboo текст песни

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