Guy Mitchell & Rosemary Clooney – The House Of Singing Bamboo Lyrics

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