House Wren

I’m a house wren Hunting for a house I haven’t found one I’m on the lookout

For a home to call my own A private residence Through the grapevine

I heard an empty gourd

Is hanging up somewhere On some old lady’s porch

I’ll pack my bags and off I’ll go To my new humble abode

I’m gonna sing

At the top of my lungs Cuz it’s a beautiful day

I’m gonna spread my wings Cuz as far as I know

I am halfway home

I'm a house wren

Who needs a summer home A country farmhouse or

A quiet bungalow

Not too big, not too small First-rate real estate

I got my eyes peeled For a window box

An old tin can, a boot Or a flower pot

I’ll pack my bags and off I’ll go To my new humble abode

I’m gonna sing

At the top of my lungs Cuz it’s a beautiful day

I’m gonna spread my wings Cuz as far as I know

I am halfway home

I’m a house wren

Still hunting for a house But I got a song and

A lot to sing about

I’ll pack my bags and off I’ll go Because, you know

I’m gonna sing

At the top of my lungs Cuz it’s a beautiful day

I’m gonna spread my wings I’m on top of the world

And it’s a beautiful thing I’m gonna sing

At the top of my lungs Cuz it’s a beautiful day

I’m gonna spread my wings Cuz as far as I know

I am halfway home I am halfway home I am halfway home