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 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.